I think I wanna live alone,
until I see my friend
learning how to roller-skate.
She’s got blood-stained holes
in the knees of her jeans
and I no longer feel out of place.
I think I wanna clean her legs, so long as that’s okay.
There’s a pocket of the world inside of her coat,
which she ensures is no concern of mine.
But every time she sings there smoke caught in her throat
and I, of course, know she’s lying.
But I still wanna clean her legs, if that’s okay.
Molda was a good dog,
he always used to let me know
when to howl at the moon.
But now he’s drowning in a river,
somewhere around Russia,
I'll be seeing him soon.
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024