1. |
Snuck Up
02:26
|
|||
2. |
Ink Leaks
01:37
|
|||
|
My coat's got ink leaks,
and holes from the pens.
Sunspots on the cloth
Aging like a sloth
Everyone's got something new,
but they forgot about a few.
I gave her my jacket
so she could walk home fine.
Going back and forth in time,
but sometimes the wind never chimes.
Let her go across the street.
She's got someone to meet.
|
||||
3. |
Back Tomorrow
02:06
|
|||
4. |
Behind a Curtain
02:46
|
|||
|
Thinking of you when you left.
Brink of the void, and my mind has gone deaf
Cried from the choices I have to make.
What from my heart will the next one take?
He sang behind a curtain very certain.
All alone is what he chose.
He sang behind a curtain very certain.
All alone is what he chose.
She said that I was cursed,
but they said to love yourself first.
That sunshine beam was so long ago.
This shadow follows me whenever I glow.
He sang behind a curtain very certain.
All alone is what he chose.
He sang behind a curtain very certain.
All alone is what he chose,
but I need your help.
I'm beside myself.
Have I split in two?
Help the one that's blue.
|
||||
5. |
Stopping By
03:29
|
|||
6. |
Ria Sang
02:15
|
|||
|
Ria, what is it you see?
Ria, what is it you'll be?
Ria, wait 'til the grass is green.
Ria, sing your melody.
She sees the changes fly.
She sometimes wonders why.
She knows that she'll be fine.
She's clever as a vine.
I haven't seen her in awhile.
My fingers are all in a pile.
My path is filled with turnstiles.
I think I'll sit here for awhile.
|
||||
7. |
Spelled Out
02:46
|
|||
8. |
Denver Moon
02:52
|
|||
9. |
Morning Glow
02:50
|
|||
|
She tied the night together with her dreams.
Nightmares can't stop her.
She's somewhere in between.
Her voice is like a morning glow.
She's always on the go.
She's taking it slow.
So slow
She's cautious with her love.
She knows the push and shove.
Arms length is her strength.
The give and take's above.
Her clouds are well bestowed.
Her rain will someday flow.
She'll churn the streams below,
and it shows.
|
||||
10. |
Soul Free
02:33
|
|||
|
She said look at me.
Turns out I've been asleep.
There was something behind my eyes
that I could not see.
She said look at me.
Tell her how I am
She'll disagree.
Listen to the way she cries.
She lets her soul free.
But I had to leave you.
No time to say goodbye
All that quiet's canvas.
All that noise is paint.
|
||||
Frozen Fructose Laundromat Rock Island, Illinois
If you like Frozen Fructose Laundromat, you may also like:
The Arizona band do right by post-hardcore on their immersive new LP, leavening untempered breakdowns with carefully-measured catharsis.
go to album
Meandering guitars, laid-back vocals, and catchy choruses make this the perfect end of summer album.
go to album
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette.
go to album
Echo Dancing
by Alejandro Escovedo
The legendary Alejandro Escovedo returns with another country-rock scorcher.
go to album
Not Getting What You Want, One Step at a Time
by Imp of Perverse
Getting some serious Dean Wareham vibes from this Texas bedroom project that’s anything but lo-fi.
go to album
Our Chemistry is a Tightrope
by porcupine
Hopscotching from jangle pop and post-hardcore to math rock and shoegaze, these Minnesota rockers have a gift for musical multitasking.
go to album
Hayes Noble's version of indie rock blends the blown-out textures of shoegaze and the energy of punk with catchy songwriting.
go to album
