My brain brings out the colors
Hears out the sounds too
But when I get fucked up I start to stutter
Self indulgence is so cruel
But how many is too many
And how much bullshit do I spew
My space lingers in clutter
My thoughts so askew
Create, erase, disdain, motherfucker
Every day I follow through
With my constant reluctance
I feel shame when I think of you
"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