Ditty from Hunting Dust by Slake/Thirst

I don’t care what you’re gonna wear.
Just let me see or let me be.
We must go where we gotta go.

Everybody loves you,
hear them calling you by name

Watch us move into the room,
making scenes of pleasantries.
A little dance, now take the stance,

“Well, all these bland opinions,
how they’re sounding much the same:
rational dispassion vs. the sputtering insane.”

Had some fun, but now it’s done.
Take our leave; finally reprieve.
Till the next let’s give our best.

Step into the silence;
how we cherish the refrain.
Stumble down the sidewalk
with the wasted and the vain.

• Alternative
• Rock
• indie rock
• Brooklyn