I awoke in a bungled time
And I looked around me shifting
Below me in swirling fire
The crowd was swaying, drifting
And I noticed the blood on the walls
In patterns it was threading
And pooling into a pond
In which the crowd was treading
Ooh!
I stood up to make a sound
Took a step on the landing
I looked out into the crowd
And I saw the people I knew
And they looked back up at me
And they said, "Hello, sir.
We did not expect to see,
did not expect to see you here!"
Just then from off to the left
I heard commotion coming
I was swept up into a line
Of arriving ghosts and mummies
So I left my place in line
And I talked to the leader
He said to me, "Son that's strange,
you're not on my list today."
And I asked, "What could that mean?
What could that mean for me?
And where am I supposed to go,
if I'm not supposed to go here?"
A sleek take on paisley pop and 60s-by-way-of-the-80s garage rock from this Detroit three-piece, equal parts fuzz and sparkly sugar. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2024