i smell bud in the hallway. i can't be myself when you are away. it's okay. we'll do it your way. if i can sleep here i can sleep anywhere. new york slums have pulled me into the flux. the kids that smoke me up, they're all actors for a buck; they don't give a fuck. and i'm rushing down the staircase to the lobby of the George Washington Hotel - this is my hell. East Third Avenue, what's it to you? i burned those papers you needed, you know better than me. (i wish that i was skinny. then i wouldn't need to be cool. and maybe you would need me more than i need you.) i slipped on the black ice, your black eyes, your sharp teeth you sank deep. (i wish that i was sickly skinny ----
[at this point in the record, the hex requests to rewind the tape back. the tape is rewound but, alas, there is none. thus, following as such: ---]
you know i can't meet you, you're not real here. i see things no one sees. i pictured draining the blood from your heart.
[Logan is allowed in the room and the gates of hell are now finally open.]
HI ITS MIKAELA THIS TRACK IS MY FAV BECUSZ IT SO GOOD AND LIKE YEYEYAYAYAYAYAYAAY I DANCE SO COOL I WANT TO EAT PIZZA NOW HI LAALEX G I LOVE YO buttbing
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude
If indie pop went on a date with grunge, it would sound like London band Flowers' contribution to Slumberland's singles series. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2020