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Like a fire alarm found in a burned down house, I still scream for you, I still scream for you, hoping you'll get it. Because there's a cat outside my window and it's stuck in a tree. It's been dead for 23 years but still every morning looks at me and says, "We came here to die."
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Oh when solitude puts images of witches in my head, I caught buzzard after buzzard breaking bottles on my bed
Cattle Drums // fattest kid in the world fights grandma for front seat
always the best...
Listen/purchase: EP by My Son the Crystal Healer
“Like some violent afterthought, I am the product of afterthought“
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Listen/purchase: Fistfight With a Mantis Shrimp by My Son the Crystal Healer
All math rock fans need to listen to this shit immediately (!!!!!!!!)
Song of the day, 6/11/2015: My Son the Crystal Healer - “Sandstorm on Wasabi Island” (live)
This marks the second time in recent memory that I get a part of a song stuck in my head that I can’t place and it drives me nuts, only for it to be one of Gabe’s projects (the other being Quail Turret). Gabe is one of the best drummers I’ve had the pleasure to know and be friends with and I love him a lot.
We see what we want to see! Rationalizing incessantly! I drank a glass of denial every morning to appease my need to scream but I still shouted as I dangled from a mile-high ledge, crows pecking at my fingers as if I was already dead- I was! And they were daily reminders!
