Well I’ve never been any good at poetry,
And I, stumble over words from time to time,
Tempted by a hangnail, I once flayed my middle finger,
Butchered cuticles, stain the page like wine,
Count the digits. How unsuitable are mine?
When it rains,
Well it really fucking pours,
And we made waves,
But did my screaming drown out yours?
Now here we are,
Mixing metaphors,
And sometimes it might seem like we lost the battle,
But if no one wins the war then why keep score?
Everything is mediocre,
I’m bored and nothing satisfies,
An existential crisis mixtape,
On repeat until I die,
Left decomposing on the floor,
This routine’s awful for my posture,
Still looking round for something more,
Sure that I’d lost you.
It might seem like we lost the battle, but if no one wins the war, then why keep score?
supported by 77 fans who also own “Chekhov's Hangnail”
Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine
A split cassette archives the recordings of two youthful Massachusetts bands, whose sounds range from math rock to dream pop to punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2018