In the second year he’d had enough and left
The blueprints in his head were in a terrible mess
“I was so muddled up, my brain was in a haze
I would forget myself for entire days”
When he moved away he left himself behind
Shades of mental blocks darkening his mind
“I’m not much good at living in the past
You can see for miles through steel and glass”
So he built a house, helium-light
An empty cell, going up up up
“In the windowpane of a crystal sea
The old big ships are waiting for me”
As if the world went on forever, down down down down
Trying to remember, down down down down
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023