I was 22 and unemployed.
Got a mandolin — a sadness toy.
I didn’t have health insurance,
No endurance and parents were annoyed.
We’re already off to a good start!
I couldn’t write songs, our drummer died.
Somebody did a car bomb for every song,
It didn’t feel wrong, but,
HEY! Is it me? Is it getting sleepy in here?
We played two shows tonight.
It doesn’t make it right — I was shite.
Cuz now it’s really getting sleepy in here.
Oh, look! It’s Laura’s amp.
I think I’ll take a nap — Tom’ll sing the song.
In an effort to get kids dancin’,
Someone flew us out to Wiscansin,
Off the plane, into the bar, took it too far, now none of us are standin’.
Liquor store’s are gonna close at nine,
Sprint across the town — get back on time.
What else were we gonna do? I would’ve booed, I think we got sued!
Cuz HEY! Is it me? Is it getting sleepy in here?
My mind is getting dark; I’m missing all the marks — Too much Sparks!
Cuz now it’s REALLY getting sleepy in here.
We played your song tonight,
I tried to make it right,
It doesn’t make it right.
I guess what I still haven’t said,
Since you took action to be dead,
But you pulled me in at the end,
That made you a miserable friend.
I still feel I coulda done more,
To make things like they were before,
A doughy loser on the floor.
Hey, is it me? Is it getting sleepy in here?
My glasses and my horn are lost and so am I, and I’m torn,
Cuz now it’s DEFINITELY getting sleepy in here.
But now I’m not alone,
It’s gross — I think I’ve grown,
It’s time to say shalom,
To a doughy loser in a home.
With a head full of limericks and a belly full of potatoes, Mick Babe conscripted members of Bomb the Music Industry! and
The Fad into The Rocky Sullivans, and they played Hibernian music stupidly fast and unnecessarily loud. Rocky Sullivan, Psy.D. is the band’s readeption....more
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This record epitomizes the beauty, love, and sincerity that define Laura Stevenson as an artist. She keeps it honest, doesn't flinch at sadness and rage—but she also considers joy. She doesn't despair. Neither should we. Not while we can listen to music like this. djuss
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024