(circus manager)
If you are dead, how is it now you stand before me?
If it's all true, then simply tell it as it goes
(mark jumper)
Can't you see the state I'm in,
the fragile bones and dripping skin?
The waiting Grave that's empty now
is proof enough of what I tell
(circus manager)
A tomb with no corpse is like a relic-ridden room
It appeals to the mind but it does not tell the truth
(mark jumper)
Oh my body is my tomb!
My idle hands and crippled mind!
Were you never once a man,
with lofty dreams and endless time?
I was ground into a dust
by slogging on and staying blind
But at last I have returned,
but at last, I've seen the light!
(circus manager)
I admit it intrigues, though my instincts say it's wrong
I will relent and I will listen to your song
(mark jumper)
Ooooh!
(and his song...)
When at last you have grown and the man you've become
stands before you
And despite how you felt as a young man, now you can't explain
what has happened
You can't refuse your Mother's love,
no matter how hard you try
The way that you are, it confines and constricts and destroys you
All the things that you do, they were done first to you so of course
you repeat them
You can't refuse your Mother's love,
no matter how hard you try
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