My hands are clams, anxious, with big plans but I know
I'm probably gonna stay at home.
I give, to take, but I know my fate, yeah I know
I'm gonna let the summer go.
I made me out to be the only shining star, the savior of the prison yard
when all I see is broken bottles, junked out cars and me the loser, me the slob.
Oh no, it's true, this work makes me blue but I know
There's nothing more that I can do.
I change my mind as bums beg for dimes still I know
This rose window's gotta go.
I made me out to be the only shining star, the savior of the prison yard
when all I see is broken bottles, junked out cars and me the loser, me the slob.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015