He still bothers you but he lives in your basement
He proactively scares you so you won't desert him
He's the low note that plays under every chord
And gives that easy non-partisan gloom
To every room that you live in
He might be someone's father, like a frog in your throat
He's planting a red pony in the front lawn
He's the bone setter standing under every tree
Whose instruments are made out of reeds
Whose reasons are reasons against me
He still bothers you now he lives in your throat
He proactively dates you so you won't regain sight
And he's the low note you sing when your voice is shot
That makes you sound old
That makes you sound like you've been coddled
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