eyes on my own paper. i color inside the lines. someone found your photo in a wedding magazine, i read it fourteen times. no more radio silence. no more listening in. i made a telephone out of some cups and string. i told your girlfriends everything. how do i stop my eyes spinning, when every woman to a man destroys him? when every woman passing by is poison? you wrote a letter at a quarter to three, advising me against my usual proclivities. and me, i read your letter at a quarter to nine. one hundred bucks in nickels and a wishing well, i guess i'm doing time. i like poison just fine.
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024