I hope my momma starts to believe in war
it suffocates me, kills my love for her
I know there will be endless time to feel more
shame, let's open up, diffuse the borders we're the same,
my first love Sasha taught me how to love
I was a mad man then, a boy,
I fucked up
amount of empathy and kindness that you ve never seen and
now we are bombing all her memories from within
how fucked up
I hope my dad will open up his arms
and spread away brainwashing clouds
I hope my dad will open up his arms
and spread away brainwashing clouds
I hope my dad will open up his arms
and spread away brainwashing clouds
I hope my dad will open up his arms
and spread away brainwashing clouds
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024