i climbed some kind of hill last night
and stood there in silence
and through both aching ears there blew
a skyful of sirens too
the most dilute, redundant boast
of promise, potential
the phone that rang on summit stones
a beacon for the great unknown
as i slurred the words that tumbled down
from the top of this town
arthur lost his seat and found his crown
i slurred the words that tumbled down
from the top of this town
"settle down, settle down"
a hole
your own brand new hole in your hand
a hole
your own tender hole
like fucking sartre or something
Slaughter Beach, Dog—a.k.a. Modern Baseball’s Jake Ewald—deliver taut, tuneful indie rock, effortlessly melodic and soaring. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2016