It’s raining sideways in my head.
Roads are closed, windows boarded up,
Frozen in my bed,
And I’m fucking tired.
My ten forecast is a dying star,
And I’m praying that it’s wrong.
I’m gone.
My seams grow weaker by the day,
I’m springing leaks, weak at the knees,
My vision’s going gray,
And my brain’s rewired.
Now I just wait ‘til the frenzy fades,
So I can rest again.
So I try to write but the words all suck.
I want to cry but I’m just too tuff.
Once more to the Breach.
Dear friends, I need you now.
Stay within my reach.
It’s all that’s left of me.
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023