Found the bottom of your love again
and set aside the notion of a weekend
where all my friends hadn't kicked the habit in the end
yet you, time found the bottom of
Are there eyes in the back of your head?
Just tell me lies, I'll believe what you said
Your crooked neck straightens out with someone in your bed
I found the bottom of your love my dear
where all the words hang in the air
The architect, creator of the roof above our heads, shouldn't share the blame
but I curse him anyway
I'll stand alone in the dark
I could never light up the whole room like you could
I will never know how time found the bottom of me
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016
Post-punk full of ragged energy and the adventurousness and aggression of the early '80s underground from Portland's Escare. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2020