Cold morning, can't get out of bed. Frozen water in the pipes and in my dreams and in my head. Hot shower, toes are numb and red. Frozen water in the lakes and in my veins and I have said, "We will subscribe to magazines as the walls crumble and collide, and censor what we deem obscene." As we hover in shame, our habits to blame, we wait for our names to carry us through the fabric of time, a meaningless line. A point on a graph. Endless mountains of pencil-drawn peaks. Now we've gone and undefined the meaning of existing in time. Last winter we locked ourselves away in our rooms and in our minds. I have a habit of avoiding my problems. I have a habit of avoiding you. That spring thawed us both out, warm bodies and warm hearts. In my dream last night you were perfect. Months of medication later, it turns out that leaving the house can be a good thing.
Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine