This is my personal desert,
this is my personal slum,
I’ve become the person that I always hated
the enemy I was running from.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
I made my life into a competition,
where’s my trophy mantle,
you sent me clippings
to an article I couldn’t begin to handle.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
What’s a lag without the jet,
put my fucking fantasies to rest,
I flew everywhere just to find something I can’t forget.
For a minute I lost sight of it,
not just the light of it
but the whole full frame picture.
Passed out when I’d stand up,
can't see what my hands touch,
fall back down to a thud.
I won’t stop until I can see my bones.
(I won't stop until I can see my bones)
No matter how long I hold my breath
I’ve got to exhale just to let out the old.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth