Stitch on a patch to jean jackets
Cover your tracks
And if the past bubbles back
Start papering over the cracks
Another bottom of a bottle
Place it on your mantle
Inside your gated den
Where the whole pack is gathering
Obsolete gear turns the machine
Idle organs in anatomy
Strike a match
Fan the flame and walk away
Watch it spread and live to see another day
Feed the scene and give it all it needs to breathe
Fasten the scars with who you think they think you are
Lay your roots to rest in confidence
Dredging up the dead is harder than it seems
When fire steeps the scenery
They danced to the glow as it warmed their skin
But they stomped out the flare that drew everyone in
And now they're blowing on the embers
That smolder on the ground
But if a phoenix should sing
Make sure you clip its wings
A lack of heart in spades
But they'll still wear jackets till the denim fades
Psychedelia of a darker shade than usual, Francie Moon eschew kaleidoscopic colors for a slow, sludgey trek through the sonic badlands. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2019
“No Dados” does all that rock ‘n’ roll, at its most sorrow-driven, ever wanted to do for anyone—and that’s to fix a broken heart. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2019