walking past the factory
the aliens whistle a decomposing tune
and it speaks to me
our astronaut days are far behind us now
suspended in sections
whatever's left of me is up for grabs
spinning in circles
whatever gets you through the day
when the whistling stops i guess i'll just go home
in this paperboat city we pay for what we can
in the mouth of a god we talk about the weather
take the time to take the day off work
and spot five differences in the skyline/atmosphere
the day's almost over
i still need more time
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024