Adam Smith from First Wind by Noether

One foot through the door that’s locked
The hand that feeds it on and off
Traced with navy beans in blue
Backed to a field of foliage and fescue

Turning water into wine
Changing clothes from time to time
Break the rules when no one’s there
Kill yourself with mountain air

They can’t see you, do what I do
Follow all the rigorous regulations
Do they love you, really want you?!
Follow me to the tracks for the sake of the nation

Living comfy, not a care in the world
A billion simoleons, all left unearned
Actions in consequence to the questionable practice
Raise your hand like a God, drink the milk of a baptist

One foot through the door that’s locked
The hand that feeds it on and off
Traced with navy beans in blue
Backed to a heap of technic residue

*samples*

They can’t see you, do what I do
Follow all the rigorous regulations
Do they love you, really want you?!
Follow me to the tracks for the sake of the nation

Don’t question me!
Never question me!
Don’t question me!
Never fucking question me!

It’s just business as usual
Don’t catch up with the news, you will
Feel scared, dyin’ in your cubicle

They can’t see you, do what I do
Follow all the rigorous regulations
Do they love you, really want you?!
Follow me to the tracks for the sake of the nation

And watch me dive right the fuck towards hell

Another day at work.

• Experimental
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• singer-songwriter
• Pennsylvania