Weird Noise Ep. Two steps below street level. Two steps beneath normality and light. Red wine, the buzz of forgotten souls, sawdust on the floor stained with personal defeats. Yellowed posters from the smoke, talking about nothing, time drags on in the electric blues aware of the defeat that we live ever more slowly, electric blues and punk anger with no return.
Everything is getting harder, harder to disguise on days of bright sunshine. Increasingly difficult.