My words fall on deaf ears and silence fills the room.
They don’t see the humor. Spread the rumor: no one has a clue.
I could talk about it; scream and shout it. Work it as I do.
My words fall on deaf ears and silence fills the room.
I could talk about it; scream and shout it. Work it as I do.
They don’t see the humor. Spread the rumor: no one has a clue.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Laszlo's, 3a.m.”
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude