I had found a dark spot on my finger.
Some lonely relative harassed me with a shout.
“They’ll scrape your skin down!
Scoop the sin out.”
I wanted to hold on for the longest time.
All the things that could catch you standing in a line.
If we see in the distance would it paralyze?
Or would we push ourselves off down into the night like a firework?
Trapped inside your hometown like an island.
How many passages you’ve taken to get out
That only bring you down.
Pouring from your mouth the sound of crowded old disease
Picked up by family
I wanted to know you for the longest time
Until the sun gets so bright out you can’t step outside
I’ll let you in the garden, eat down to the rind.
I just wanted to know you as long as you like,
And you respond to me:
“you’re no match for melanoma, you’ve got a bad gene.
Surrender to the solar, you cancerous white thing.
You stuttering Casanova, have you got it coming.”
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024
I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles