Beat my brow, beat my chest
Beat the ones who love me the best
Oh how could they be liars
They insure me health, life and fire
Oh no
How can you stand it
When I run, when I run like a bandit
I wear him like a habit
In the lining of my jacket
And oh my
Gunpowder
In an emergency
I must battle without her she is surely killing me
So you’re never gonna leave
And I’m never gonna leave
But I’m proud to say
I’ve got us beat
I’m never gonna leave
And you’re never gonna leave
But you’re never gonna love me like I need
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024