I was once a match waiting to be struck,
resting in a bed of splinters
I couldn’t find the desire to pluck.
I didn’t think that I could take another winter.
Would I find it within myself to burn
or simply find a way to live with the cold?
Winter came and left me with nothing
except a lesson often found in fiction,
but it was too late as I’d already started burning.
As it turned out I had been the sole source of all the friction.
I found it within myself to burn,
but how much longer can I go before there’s nothing left?
Am I simply waiting to be put out?
Bodies fall victim to fires in mind,
little can stop them once they have begun.
It is just a matter of time
before this match finally ends its run.
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024