They’re waiting for secrets untold
An icon cast in stone
Another radiant petal exposed
Now watch it wilt and fold
I want to believe you
I suppose it’s a sign of the times
Their eyes bleed and they convulse
Don’t speak of convalescent urges that they can’t escape
I’ve grown a heavy heart
Now here’s a mirror you can take for what you fucking think
I want to believe you
I suppose it’s a waste of my time
I want to dissect you
I suppose it’s a sign of the times ...
Joey — my friend and ally. I defy you to show me a musician with more passion and sincerity. I love this album for its purity of intent and the raw power of the songwriting. Indie music at its best. Melancholy Sunday
This is the band Joey and I formed so many years ago. This album meant everything at one point — love, faith, vodka, desperation and I think a few broken ribs… Melancholy Sunday
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