I wish I was growing up, but I just need a little more
I’m in line waiting for the real thing, babe
Swallowed young, following words
I wish I was feeling sick, but I just need a little hell
I’m in a line waiting for the real thing, babe
Swallow your swallowing words
And cry for the mountain
Of following, swallowing debt
Swallow it, swallow again
You must surrender, banished again
They glisten by the countryside, while you’re famished again
You’re rotting inside, You’re burning inside
If you listen to me you’ll never sleep again
You should start over, you are so young but you came alone
And you wash alone of it and creep to your bed where you wait for dreams
So lost, so far from your home, you’ve lost all you’ve owned and you’re waiting there for me
Don’t go out of your way there for me, don’t want your air to breathe
But you should you grow fond of it awake in your grave
You’re so young, if you wait for the sun you’ll never leave
Swallow, swallow your worth
Swallow it, swallow again
You must surrender, banished again
Rent
Son call your mother
Surrender
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020