Dry routine of my dwelling
Spend the pennies I kept
Three moons to my right
I should’ve never turned left
I couldn’t hear but a word
Not a sound
Not a thing but the wind and the ground
Receive my signal now
Dry routine of my dwelling
Spend the pennies I kept
Three moons to my right
I should’ve never turned left
I couldn’t hear but a word
Not a sound
Not a thing but the wind and the ground
As the sun starts to set
open cries bellow deep from my chest
Receive my signal now
This album is one of very few 10 out of 10s in my book, not just in heavy alternative/ hardcore but music in general. Every single one of these songs is fantastic and P. Kindlon never fails to add an unmistakable sense of humor to it all in his lyrics. Just an absolutely amazing album front to back ellis_boyd_redding