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E G#m
Yesterday I drunk a lot
My head hurts my heart wants to bleed
And if there is God
This morning he forsaken me
I turn my head and I see you
A woman in my bed
And even under tortue
I would not remember how we slept
G#m
C#m
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B
But you look like a whore
I cannot take this anymore
Your fat and ugly face
It burns my soul in flames
I hope you'll go away
And I will never see you again
Or I will burn in this flame
Or maybe die because of shame
You told me goodbye
And promised to call me again
But it was just a lie
You disappeared from my life that day
But still I keep the memories
When a man with stethoscope
Is watching at my burning penis
And he is my last hope
The indie band, headed by singer-songwriter Erin Umstead, play languid, deliberate rock permeated with a sensation of loss. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 12, 2022
Post-punk meets a very classic alt-rock sound on the new record from this Chicago group. RIYL The Breeders, Dinosaur Jr, and Yo La Tengo. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2024