Try not to make a scene
of their wandering
And settle for a draw
They trade ambition for a good night’s sleep
So defensive and they don’t need me
Not one of them
will ever see
I bring bombs to a knife party
Not one of them will ever see
I bring bombs to a knife party
The sound
and fury
feel safe when we are not alone
But don’t deceive yourself
A walking shadow, man
A bleeding heart and
the blood will not touch anybody’s hands
A walking shadow, man
A bleeding heart and
the blood will not touch anybody
Surrounded by no-lives
All the new cemeteries are made of quicksand
Hands remain unclean
transcripts of sacred scenes
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016