There's a sweet old dying woman
They made her carry on long after she was gone
And there's a mean old crippled man
He was crippled very young
But you wouldn't know it if he sung
I want to be free
I want to live life like a flea;
Ride off into the sunset on a dog
But the Devil won't let me be
He always swings his tail at me
I thought I had him beat but I was wrong
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019