I’m not coming from the mainland understand. I was walking along the ocean, I was soaking wet and swept up in the motion. I had an alabaster statue, a busted bust of my friend that looked like it was looking at you. I knew a bunch of guys from Tulsa, in each other’s books and in each other’s pulses. I took a bus across the nation, I saw the devil in his undies after midnight at the station. I took a look at all the smokestacks, then I shut the window and I never looked back. I was driving like a bastard, she was in the car, you don’t believe me? You can ask her.
A new track from this tough-as-nails Boston hardcore outfit has some words for men who would dehumanize women in the scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018