I was this close to getting what I need the most. Then the phone rang, arrangements already began. It's nearly been a year you don't have to mourn anymore. You can let go but I'm not so sure. The ones that you held dear, these aren't your friends anymore. You can move pass like you've done before. Who am I to say decisions that you made turned out to be okay? The ones that blaze the trail merely trekked along parallel. They're ambitious but afraid to fail. Initials in the pavement, chisel off and save them or forget. Who am I to say decisions that you made turned out to be okay? This is a courtesy reminder to save a seat incase you die first. This is a courtesy reminder that our survival set on timers. Though "to die for" is just figure of speech, what we live for is always out of reach. If it's man-made how is it sacred? It's all man-made. Nothing is sacred. (voicemail) "Hey Joe, I'm out here in front of a boyscouts of America. There's a bunch of hillbillies in pick-up trucks. Not sure what it is they're doing they look a little old to be boyscouts. Anyway uh when you get this message give me a holla."- Darryl Phillips
Jangly, hooky post-punk from New Hampshire that strikes that key balance from its '80s forebears of romanticism and gloom. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2021
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Mike Kinsella’s lyrics have always resonated with me and have always been so incredibly beautiful. I love the delicacy of this album and I can feel the emotions no matter what I am feeling. monicat