Oil spill out by the docks.
What color were those feathers before?
Oil up to my ankles, sticking.
Swallowing tar and I am sinking.
Consequences way too much,
my capillaries look like big black gloves.
I've held this secret for way too long.
Rainbows glisten on sand,
they lure me in close until I gag.
Every inch of skin ripples, twitching.
Inhaling toxic gas I'm choking.
Glazed by a layer of slick,
I'm latched to the hull of a dirty ship.
And it's squeezing all the air out of this
goddamn cave I live in.
i like the Rick Beato videos and he had shown the track electric sunrise in his video "How To Count Odd Meters". I was very impressed from this song and searched for the whole album and found it at bandcamp ;-) hpaydt
Throwing rationality to the wind, Belgian experimental band the Guru Guru weave a quirky tapestry of post-punk, mathcore, and kraut rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2020