If we grew in a garden, we would wither on vine,
working harder to harden, soft and rotten our rind.
They don’t make us like they used to,
they don’t build us to last,
apathetic genetics, turning over too fast.
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Every pain is a heart attack, every headache a stroke,
we should practice procedure should one of us choke,
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Don’t want to wake anyone, don’t wanna wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns,
Don’t wanna wake anyone. Don’t want to wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns.
If we grew in a garden, feeding child and wife.
Working harder to harden, this perennial life.
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Don’t want to wake anyone, don’t wanna wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns,
Don’t wanna wake anyone. (I’m gonna break every one of my bones)
‘Cause I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns.
Laid-back yet restless indie rock is heavy on the catchy melodies and unexpected musical choices that elevate the simplicity of the tunes. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 21, 2020