the grass don't cut my feet
so i walk on the concrete & look for broken glass
& the air don't burn my throat
so i fill my lungs with smoke from another cigarette
& if the words won't let you know
i should just bury all my hope & find a home again
god if i had one
well, they claimed to see the lord
but i considered him a lure, & i am so afraid
'cause when i don't hear you speak
i break off in retreat & i forget to pray
once i asked you for the answer
but the answer was you didn't give a damn
god if i gave one
even walking has its season
& my reasons aren't what they used to be
my steps are all off-kilter
& i'm breaking off the filter when i breathe
i knew the words to all your songs
but the truth it sounded wrong in a tired melody
if i could make one
i'd make a new one
Our good friend Brendan Walsleben's solo project. Think Pedro the Lion's Control with a dash of Sonic Youth, & you've got States, his debut LP. Dynamic, emotional, & raw. Check it. The Mechanicals
The duo of Sascha Höfer and Bertram Kolar command an "island of sound" on their debut EP, contrasting warm hooks with turbulent dynamics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2022