I had a hard time finding myself tonight
The sky is all bone chalky white
I had a hard time finding myself tonight
The sky is all bone chalky white
There’s a cable that we left writhing on the floor
And I lost all my words when she kissed me at the door:
All that you can find of me is my shoe’s tread dried up in the mud
From a bright white night that was just dripping in love
Afterwards I stood there on the shore just waiting to be saved
So you can dig me a grave
Tonight I had a hard time finding you
The sky is all heroin needle blue
And there’s an endless loop of a memory splitting my mind
I don’t know where my dreams ran off to
I won the auction at the debutante ball
She looks so fine in her spider-web shawl
And then she laid down on her back and we got ready to pray
So please just dig me a grave
Am I lost in a window?
Am I lost in a screen?
Dig me a grave:
Take all the things I can’t handle about me
My gender and my skin and my sexuality
Cover it up with dirt until it’s out of sight
The sky is all bone chalky white.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024