I thought I left you in the nineties
somewhere out in the Blue Hills
hanging from a tree
completely paranoid and angry
wondering if this is how things
have to be.
That's where I Iearned to fly
past the dollar signs
but ideals can drag you down
as you age.
I thought I left you in the nineties
drunk in your thrift store jacket
expanding the hick critique
realizing the real enemy
and that we were doomed
from the beginning.
We made happiness from nothing
from a muddy stream
and ideals can lift you up
as you age.
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021