You tried to steal the stones from a mountain and now it’s all toppling down.
You tried to compress the sunset and keep it on a flash drive
You tried to condense the oceans and then and you tried to zip the sky
And when the ground rose up and said for the love of god relax
You boiled its blood to make flaming discs of wax
How’s the prick of the knife under your skin?
How’s the years of your life in a bottle of gin?
We’re outside! We’re outside!
How’s the loss of blood stopping your throat?
How’s your graveyard money turned to piles of dope?
We’re outside! We’re outside!
I’ve got a home outside
This crowd is drowning in blood red confetti.
You’ve got the drugs. You’ve got the money.
Make sure you record it at just the right studio and only let the birds sing about it just enough. There’s a certain set of rules and regulations here. Make sure it’s mixed and mastered by the hippest body on the scene. Release the track listing first. Coordinate your release announcements just right. Include a picture of a tree or a bird or any of the following nostalgic objects from your childhood: bedroom furniture, pools, Halloween costumes, and/or grainy polaroids of the back of your head as you wander into the woods behind your parents house. If any asks you for help, kick some fucking dirt in their face and tell them you worked too hard and they if you can do it then they can do it too. If any of the fans ask you a question please be sure to publicly humiliate them as much as possible and when they call you out don’t back down ‘cause you’re a god damn rockstar baby.
Sell it for 15 dollars. Press a digital recording onto vinyl and splatter your blood across it. Show up late to every show because important stars like don’t have the time. Don’t watch anyone else. Be sure to learn as little as possible. While traveling be sure to only post pictures of your band at fast food restaurants because the fans love to feel like they’re one of you.Now sell it for 30 dollars. A t shirt with nothing but your name in a serif font. Play 21+ shows. Sign to whatever label peddles the most sexist pop star of the day. Sell it for 45 dollars. Put your name on whatever you can convince the kids to buy. Take the whole world in the palm of your hand and smash into tiny pieces.
Is that the steel plate sunset?
Is that the lathe cut ocean?
Is that the quarter inch meadow?
Max Goldstein makes "acoustic" music that is a unique mix of guitar, experimental electronics, and percussion. Make indie rock weird again. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 25, 2021