Old homes and painted rented rooms
Passing by less traveled roads
Rehashing stories to uncaring fools
Mixtapes open buried wounds
Do you remember jumping in puddles?
What about dancing on concrete?
How about screaming at the moon when nothing worked?
Or wandering streets drunk and alone?
The beds we made were always for two
But most nights dreams didn’t come true
And sometimes loneliness left a bitter taste
As the rain on windowsills carried me away.
Waves crash on the shores of my mind
Memories flood from a simpler time
Late night chats and driving around town
Following the drunken guide of the moon
A wave of static washed over me
And its tide dragged me out to sea
Eventually all strength diminished
And the current swallowed me
I crashed and splintered
Amongst other shipwrecks
Woefully I laid my head
Woefully I…
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022