A hazy day
Clouds rolling through your brain
Not a train of thought to echo in the dark
Just floating through the conversation
Without a hint of hydration
For your sub-Saharan soul
Your dried up heart of gold
Now you're getting plastered on a Sunday night
Just hopping bars in hopes you'll start a fight
So you can beat on your already beaten brain
You can feel something even if it's only pain
You would've thought the summer would bring new love
But it's all dirty clubs and dead-end part-time jobs
Without a sign of validation
For all your wasted ruminations
You're a heavy kite to fly
For someone who's always high
Now you're stumbling home like a lost dog on a leash
Cause you start these wars in hopes you'll find some peace
From all these kids just trying to get stoned
You can feel all of the boredom in their bones
Now you're getting plastered on a Sunday night
Just hopping bars in hopes you'll start a fight
So you can beat on your already beaten brain
You can feel something even if it's only pain
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023