no coincidence, life is a boring class and fate has the teacher's ruler
nothing is sweet, night animals only know salt and sour,
and you've got the worst case of death wish in the history of this forest
serves you right, I'm gonna serve you right with pine needles in your hair
if you could kill me
and get away with it
you would
take me to the roof
tie me up a noose
you would shoot me down
if I could kill you
and get away with it
I would
lure you to the lake
dig you up a grave
I would hunt you down
here we are, joking around, just joking around
sun is high and all is fine and nothing to get scared about
the city is the safest place to be, but now I am you and you are me
serves me right to see sunny concrete blocks of your street melting down
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023