Time is making me older
My age is slowing me down
Speed is taking me to unknown places
Where I know I'll never be found
I doubt my heroes go to heaven
I doubt that they even care
I imagine heaven only as a place to get lonely
Because there's absolutely nobody there
My family name may die with me, my stomach holds the scar
But it's hard to see my options through the plumes of this cigar
My father's world of curls, my mother's life of glass
I hope I don't fear death one day but I know it's coming fast
Gold, my head is only silver
Old, like murder by surprise
Leave me be, I'm grieving, and I never once believed in
Something beyond view of my eyes
My family name may die with me, my stomach holds the scar
But it's hard to see my options through the plumes of this cigar
My father's world of curls, my mother's life of glass
I hope I don't fear death one day but I know it's coming fast
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024
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