Losing my grip, this core of hiss I can't depart or stay. Yet you'll wait, it's ok.
I need less of the stress, no more of your questions crawling up the stave, a new part I can play.
Now I've got a point to prove and a view to leaving you. You steep in a bath of glue, there ain't a drug that satisfies your needs, there ain't a boy who could occupy your grief.
Oh, it's a lie...all our jazz collapsing.
Clarion called, we ebb but stall, our feet are swept away with a part we can play.
I need time to perfect, a new war chest, your halls of sympathy, fuck these swells of worry.
Now I've got a point to prove and a view to leaving you. Heart just a mess of glue, there ain't a drug that satisfies your needs, there ain't a man who could occupy your grief.
Meishi Smile's 2nd full-length offers several shades of synth-laden exuberance, blurring '80s sheen with darker pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 6, 2015