Before I drown myself in a river of fire
Before I lose my way in a river of smoke
I will tell myself, tell myself I am dreaming
I will throw myself, throw myself a rope
And I think it just all might be so
But I think too
you just don’t never really know
If I take my time, I can count myself lucky
If I take some of yours, I can sleep well-blessed
There’s always hope, but I’m not looking
In those lines, lying faded, flat and pressed
And I think it just all might be so
But I think too
you just don’t never really know
You hang from a string in the shape of a cow
And the little blindfolded kids come one by one
Candies and streamers and puddles of punch
When the tail’s on the donkey, the bottle is spun
The mom’s are all humming, they’re fixing your lunch
The clock’s stopped on the wall where the angels were hung
In the end, when they turn the lights out
In the end, we’ll all be marked down
But half price or full, it’s still a bargain
In this river of fire, you will never, never drown
Sprightly, eccentric EP from a New Zealand-based post-punk outfit featuring members of Trust Punks, Cool Cult, and Long Distance. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2024