Pick up your feet
And put on your pants
Get up off the floor
Now it's crawling with ants
I got a thought I think
(And it's) itching my brain
I think I thought it before
But it's not the same
Gotta get some wine
I've seen it all before
I'll see it all again
I ain't ever seen it
But I'll just pretend
Your mouth keeps on running
Smog, and holla jive
For goodness sakes
Close those gates
Oh man alive
Well, your mouth is all a grinnin'
Your eyes are bloody red
You're a sorry ol' soul
Down in a hole
And you're almost dead
Your stench is awful wicked
It's bringing on the fly
Got grit in your teeth
No shoes on your feet
Just pitify
Oh all you sinners say Lord ooh
Well, you're so down and dirty
But I hear you got a book
Why don't you read a verse
Or at least just take a look
The latest from Indonesian band IGMO runs the gamut, offering gristle-y American Southern Rock, proto-punk, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2022
“No Dados” does all that rock ‘n’ roll, at its most sorrow-driven, ever wanted to do for anyone—and that’s to fix a broken heart. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2019