I saw the fire on the television—the DOD,or the CIA? If we’re the cops, then the world’s our prison—2, 4, 6, 8, USA! (all right!) The blood red, the black gold—this is the air we breathe. The beachhead, the backroad—buried in the sun. She felt the thrum of the helicopter—a little taste of that shock and awe. She tried to run but the bullets caught her, courtesy of our coup d’état (all right!)
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024