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Drywall is here! Listen to our latest recording - Drywall, in which we hear of a disgruntled homeowner losing his mind over the heinous aesthetic discrepancy between the floor pattern and the drywall. Clearly, this is about more than just interior decorating. If you’ve ever had a heated, high stakes argument over nothing in particular, this song will show you your grotesque visage in the mirror. This is a new, settled version of the song as opposed to our Grimsby Sessions recording when it was being improvised for the first time. Buy it on our Bandcamp or stream elsewhere.

Recorded by Mike Legere at The Root Down Studio

Mixed by Chris Masson, our drummer.

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🟥 Dundas Square out now on all platforms 🔳 get in, get out, spend as much as you can, and please ignore your surroundings, they mean nothing ——

A note about the lyrics: the woman sitting on the sidewalk eating guts was a real person, a prophet with what I considered to be her startling art performance that went frighteningly ignored by the shoppers

lyrics:

Woman eats entrails on the ground
Woman eats entrails on the ground

Huh
This sulfur pavement
Ha

You’re goddam right we’re fu**ed up hard
Public space is a drugged up bar
The master rules with the darkest art
Envy graces the face of our kids
We’re living in the dark star

Goddam right we’re fu**ed up hard
We’ve turned the Earth to a souped up car
We’ve turned the Earth to a souped up car
So that everyone can be rich and not scarred

Woman eats entrails on the ground

Cherry soda’s on the sidewalk
Sausage truck sells a sausage
Woman sitting eating guts
All her teeth are red with blood
You bow to the holy moon
Outside of the H&M
Its bright shopping swoon

You’re goddam right we’re fu**ed up hard
Public space is a drugged up bar
The master rules with the darkest art
Envy graces the face of our kids
We’re living in the dark star

And you go the safe injection site
To see if your friend is alright
But the staff can’t tell you if he’s there tonight
They think you think he owes you money
They suspect you
Look at their eyes
You go back outside
Woman eats string that looks like meat
Or is it cherry soda
Chewing tough guts on the sidewalk
While sexy young things devour propaganda

And the Jesus freak shrieks
On the green concrete
And a paranormal green
Is lighting up your screen
This is not a joke
This is not a dream
Everything you see
Is exactly what it seems

And you’ll see real soon
That you’re a worm now
You’ll see real soon
That you’re a scapegoat
Can you love the moon
Like you love the sun
Can you remain true
In the death of love

Kids we’re living in the dark star
Kids we’re living in the dark star
Kids we’re living in the dark star