as we steer to the middle of the desert
i say, “God, i can’t believe it.” as if i believed in God at all
and the bodies all around the door keep on knocking and they ask for more
they say, “God, we can’t believe it.” as if they believed in God at all
there’s a steer skull on a door in the middle of the desert
you’d be pressed to find the walls at all
the roof has collapsed and it has fallen in again and again and again…
The UK punks' capacity for merging the personal, political, and parochial is so well-developed that it borders on the alchemical. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2022