The other day on the radio, there was a priest talking about where the bad people go
Like he knows
Eating shortbread on a rainy day, painting a picture of a French café in the basement
In that watercolor way
Van Gogh would blush
To see you rush through everything
And I'm sorry for Morrissey, but I just can't take him seriously
Cause in his back pocket grows a tree
What does he have that's not in me? Must be my youthful, stupid urgency
That holds me back from what I could be
Morrissey would blush
To see me rush
and Greta Kline, thank you
For showing me where to go and what to do
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016