Cover me in something
Tell me a lie
Put pills down my throat til I close my eyes
Flush me out into my demise
I want something greater than this high strung good bye
You fooled me once you fool me twice
Let it tie you up
Into the night
Wires are crossed
Tell me a secret
Pull knives out my stomach
Tell me I’ll make it
Fly me out for the weekend
No nerves for the time that we thought that we needed
You’re foolish once
But never again
You’re holding on but not
leaning in
In New York and LA
Nobody wants to admit a mistake
I’m calling cars from the bar
Asleep at the wheel of fate
Mm can I feel it out
So exhausted of explaining things
And maybe I could slip away
Up to guernville
For just a few days
Head trauma is easy to erase
But I don’t wanna drink away all the dissonance
Always feeling dissed by the bay
I’ve got nothing nice to say
So I’ll say nothing at all
credits
from You Won't Get A Gold Medal,
released January 12, 2023
Mixed by Scott Goodrich
Mastered by Sean Sakamoto
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022