I'm a California cowboy
I got cocaine up my nose
I jack off to fancy sports cars
And I wear designer clothes
I'm almost at my point of breaking down
But the void ain't got me yet
I walk hard
And I walk tall
Through my own mess
And mother Mary
She is calling
But I won't hear her,
I'll just turn my head.
California
You will kill me
But I'll hit rock bottom
Before I'm dead
Im a San Francisco love child,
And my future looks real grim.
The only virgin in my bedroom,
Is a pack of opened 'slims
Every bottle that I've empties out
Is in a box beneath my bed
I wash right out
All the thoughts
In my head
And mother Mary
She is calling
But her words of wisdom
Slip through my ears
California
I'm not drowning
But I'll keep on sinking
Till I disappear
And the void
Is getting stronger
And I don't know
What I will do
And like a shadow
It pulls me under
Roll the stone
Over my tomb
And let her call me
Noisy, unsettling experimental pop in turns touching and political. From now until 3/5, 50% of proceeds go to Planned Parenthood/ACLU. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2017