I don't wanna get out of bed, I just want to close my eyes again, and wake up where you're next to me like four months never passed. Supposed to leave the house at nine, by then I should be moving fine. Drive to tunes about twelve minutes walk another five. And there's time for something to agree with.
But there's not much more time than that, you know the world needs your full attention. Even when the fields are dark the body still needs feeding. And people need each other like the stars need to be counted, like the moon needs poetry, why we sit awake for hours and waste time as if it didn't matter.
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018