The comforts once had are now lost in a memory
And tonight dinner is served with no sense of security
With a roof over our heads and the floor as a bed
This is neither the time, nor the place for mountains of regret
If a single individual leaves here tonight
With a grin that manifests a soul that's right at home
I'd have to say we nailed the shit out of it
I'd have to say mission accomplished, requesting permission to die
Tear down the stage
Obliterate class
Amps in the pit and blood on my axe
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024