the fortunes in a mosquito bite
itchy blisters holding me up all night
thrashin in an endless mornin
at least its in a summer morning
yawning windows for the rest of the day
with a head sticking out with you on your way
down to the blunder isles and lands
old man neptunes delivarance
shooting darts from
a sea of lips
upon the boardwalks
there they stick
on blunderlaands
singing in their
sinkin tans & tones
the tans the timer
for tangent choirs
of undertow towers
of heists into foam
to handshake ice
catch swimmer syndrome
and i rust like a ride
rusted off smile
that you cannot hide
walking a tanline
that covers a town
grass growing nails that
nip at the stride
broken smells from lifted legs
laughing high tide
millions of years all caught in my shoes
cut the middle man and live in the dunes
sun ash coasts still heated from its home
sprinkled on down from my head to my toes
dirt deceiver and earth repeater
a fickle relaxer moved by the natural
caricature drawn by a 5 year old
playing hang man with your word
out at the edges
the winds do sigh
by the burnt out bulbs
if youre doing it right
wet paved stone for
the ones who stoned
while fat larry sings
up to the moon
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023