All of your one-way views
I could never understand
The way you talk to us
Like we’re something lesser than
For all these years I’ve sat up front
Slowly dying, this heart was cut.
Make me feel like the lost one
Like the one without any love
Now you’ve reduced me to no one
And humanity we’ve lost touch of.
I know I could’ve told you long ago
That it never did a thing for me
But fear forced me way below
To a place that was cold and empty
For all the people who feel constrained
By the family and the ordained
Who never asked for a mind behind bars
Be real with who you are
The Black Lips return with a record that draws heavily on country music, spiking it with their time-tested irreverence. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 7, 2019
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019