who lives in these homes that line up the street?
and who warms their hearts by the furnaces heat?
well what's the conversion rate that landlords use
to grind our lives in to mailbox money?
you say that you're backed
by what's good and right
well take a look at your books
we bought you your house
you owe us our homes
who ducks from this rain underneath these eaves?
and who sits on this porch with the sycamore leaves?
well fuck the rationales the rich use
to squeeze our lives in to spending money
you say that you're backed
by what's good and right
(beige and white)
well take a look at yourself
we bought you your world
you owe us our lives
how many billions of years
will we trade and beg for permission for survival
from those who never even have to ask?
this must be freedom in disguise
to gaze out upon the shining city
it's elevated, far from reach
we're out of sight and we're out of mind
where we wait with our power
we will not be pushed from our precious homes!
you can't press us
you won't press us
home is precious
home is precious...
Sweetly melancholy bedroom pop is rarely as actually vulnerable and personal as it is in this Australian artist's hands. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2018
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016