LIVE REPORT: Die Spitz & Aerial Salad at Gorilla, Manchester
What’s it like knowing, none of you can foresee?
What’s it like knowing, none of you can foresee?
Echolalia in the baby’s breath, Babbling into the belly and fed.
Can we change the conversation? Can we make it about me?
I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure what I’m looking for, a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore.
I want a love that lets me breathe, I’ve been chocking on your leash.
To be an industry success, sponsored ads, decent press.
”You’ll get what you get and goddammit you’ll like it.’’