I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. A labor of repetition; upholding tradition. Going through the motions...devotion; impotence. Playing for mason jar-girls, doing my rock n' roll thing. I wish I could make [a brand new puppy]'s head explode, but all I can do is sing. I wish I could rob banks and get away with it; 23 years of hand-to-mouth, and little to say for it. Whatever keeps me going--keeps me going?--mostly sticks; not many carrots. I wish I could rob banks and get away with it; 23 years of hand-to-mouth, and little to say for it. Whatever keeps me going--keeps me going?--mostly sticks; not many carrots...but hate of money--hate of money!--a feeling like something important's been taken from me... I want them to know that I'm coming. I want them to know. Hate of money--hate of money!--a feeling like something important's been taken from me... I want them to know that I'm coming. I want them to know.
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023