drown in the sea of abstraction which realy don`t have any use at all the pickup turns in to red thick string of the bass cut by the pench
full bucket of the crashed drum stick in the room spend hall night in smoke bustard metal can the black Guitar which can not tune the sound the three hand prints peeled of by the rain
fix the hole of the bout with the pink tuwing gum some time you have to push to get out from the sand it`s not that cool than it sounds it`s not that cool than it sounds
depressing distorted sounds that`s our sound of youth
depressing distorted sounds that`s our sound of youth