Weird days
In effect
Mayonaised
And untwisting lipstick
Hover’n
Over trash reminds me
Of colorful phony paper.
You look so good that its depressing
Heaven knows Ive been there before
And there's no sense in self obsessing
Youll get what you came here for
Sad songs
Ill bet you’ve got a million
Those legs, from the floor to the ceiling
Those songs are all there singing lately
That sound don’t really mean shit to me.
Ufo’s
In the sky
Both red hot
Like stoned eyes
Holding on
To a fixed position
Carry on, can sex be self preservation?
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016