Well, you look kind of empty
like I don't think I'll ever see your soul
and you got like these honest eyes that make me feel alive and opened up inside …
but there's nothing I can do to stop this urgency to give up and let go
Now my days are all empty
Although my skies are blue
And the girls all look like gypsies
'Cause they could never be you
Well, it's never that easy and I can't say I understand
well, oh well, cause if it means nothing OH WELL
I won't let you see me squirm no more
Believe me if I care it won't show
Now my days are all empty
Although my skies are blue
And I'll sing a song for the gypsy
Cause I figure it's about time (you know) to go home
Cause I know we're both in for a long fucking ride
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
The new EP from the aptly named regal murk is a striking piece of work, thick rivers of guitar swallowing tender vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2022