Wake up and choose an identity
One that will make them depart from me
These halls seem endless, they haunt my dreams
All that I want is to not be seen
No way out
Homeless, heading south
No condemnation but from myself
That constant judgment, that ringing bell
Torn down by all of their vicious words
At what point are they all just confirmed?
No way out
Homeless, heading south
Chalk dust inside my airways
Twelve years ago on replay
I can’t accept your embrace
Held hostage by my headspace
viscerally affected by covid, this album has a less optimistic but more accepting message than the previous. it reaches the heart of my experience (and others'?) in a cathartic and depressing acknowledgement. it's nice to know you feel the same niq
Oklahoma duo Plain Speak serve up radiant power pop on their latest LP, surrounding sugar-sweet vocal harmonies with pealing chords. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 18, 2023