Alright Sam you can stick me
Where I need, come and search me
I'll lay down, my meridians unbound
I can touch, I can target
But I can't fret, I'm off the market
In the end, guess this is all the love I gave
Right on red, hiding out in
The museum after it closes
So the man will never know I like Cezanne
So dear Sam won't you stick me
Anything that might could heal me
I'm not sad, and I haven't shaved my head
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023