Shooting, Up from me,
Odd display, Of anti-gravity,
You've got a hold on, all've my nothings,
But still, it's something, Soon to be told.
Arrow through your eye,
It's what you get for lying,
Your points are hollow,
But so are mine.
It's what you get,
My thanks for lying.
Lying there, with your new one,
Tight wrapped new gun, minutes to spare.
You know now, Just what you must do,
You have been walked through, all out his house.
Arrow through your eye,
It's what you get for lying,
Your points are hollow,
But so are mine.
It's what you get,
My thanks for lying.
And there is;
Lipstick on beaks, Can tell what they're implyin',
Daily new sheets, it shakes, but I am not buyin'.
Lipstick on beaks, Can tell what they're implyin',
Daily new sheets, it shakes, but I am not buyin'.
Drift away on the soothing ambient music of Maps and Diagrams, with compositions that land on the tuneful side of drone. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024