Here's a fire turned to lead
The old tough skin that cracked and bled
A lively tongue and clever hands
Leaping legs, the strength to stand
A shouting mouth to brag and boast
Blazing embers, furious smoke
And it's all gone numb
Carefree days have come at last!
I thought I knew what I wanted
I didn't know what I'd need
A whipping dog desperate for a master
A little man crying out for the heel
Easy living and a feather bed
Soft white pillows beneath my head
A life of leisure, nothing to do
Here among the privileged few
And it's all gone numb
I thought I knew what I wanted
I didn't know what I'd need
A whipping dog desperate for a master
A little man crying out for the heel
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024