you can't leave me to it
a paraplegic chore
old souls die young
so what if your arms are soar
you're not for
not for sale
you were
you were
carrying a cure
carrying a cure
carrying a cure
in my heavy reading
a proverbial thinking piece
I look past your words
into my periphery
and there you were
continue your journaling
not for
not for sale
you were
you were
you were carrying a cure
carrying a cure
you were carrying a cure
would you carry me
Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024