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lyrics
The argument starts in my head and spreads out like a mold
From weak spots in the ceiling down to the base of the wall
And this place looks like a film set, a storage unit or a hospital bed
But not like anywhere you really live
It’s your old bedroom where you smoke like a car tyre
On a pile of car tyre carcasses on a bonfire
And I hyperventilate, hold my breath and fold my arms across my chest
Push me down, push me down
‘Cause I like the way your name tastes in my mouth, I like the way your name tastes
And it’s hard to start, it’s hard to start again
Nought’s not a positive number, it’s just the sum of the game
First you’re just filling the hours then you’re counting the days
And every time the record breaks, the record breaks
At the bleeding edge of history, carving its own way into you and me
Building distance in our heads we cannot make manifest in our feet
And there is something pressing its teeth deep into the exposed bare soles
We barely feel it though, like skin, it itches when my body’s not clean
Mind crawls, intrusive thoughts and violent fantasies
It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That’s why we laugh about it
That’s why we don’t talk
And you’re in the front seat, taking a phone call
Tongue in your front teeth kept in a chokehold
Filling the hour, I walk to your house the whole way
I am cutting new ruts, I am carving new names
Are you saving up all the shame on the inside?
Going over the same old good time?
Going over the same old good time
Down, push me down
‘Cause I like the way your name tastes in my mouth
I like the way your name tastes
It hurts a lot, it hurts a whole lot
That’s why we laugh about it
That’s why we don’t talk
We had a plan, this wasn’t it
I thought we were accomplices
We had some time, it all ran out
I like the way your name tastes in my mouth
supported by 39 fans who also own “Skin, It Itches”
saw this live when they were performing with Jeff Rosenstock. The Goosebumps from seeing the pure emotion in the finale was so raw and passionate. it made me appreciate being able to attend live music again! vvilko
supported by 38 fans who also own “Skin, It Itches”
Lovely album, Fresh have really honed their sound without losing the joy of the early stuff. The album runs to about half an hour, which I also like (cf. It's a shame about Ray). Sam Baguley
Drifting dreampop and snarling grunge, with potent vocals wrapped in gauzy textures one minute, surrounded by jagged riffs the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 21, 2023