tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins bowing in their place
between these foreign homes, you're breath your guts your bones
tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins drowning in their place
in these cafes with their all day breakfast, it's not hard to notice a young barista between burnt out waitresses
we come from golden homes
we tried to live our lives in beautiful places like this
with the breath of everything elses inherent ugliness
we tried to breath with just simplicity
we were born lacking the ability
we come from foreign homes your breath your guts your bones
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023