Ten million minutes pass and I grip you, encased in gold.
I have claimed you as mine to hold: in my pocket, in my fist, in a fortress.
I’ve aged, and see the value in your hands now
I’m no longer seeking safety as much as I’m seeking to save
my minutes that escape.
Now crush this watch upon the ground
Watch the hands as they quake
Among shards smaller than the seconds counted.
The truth glitters like the broken face:
Minutes can’t be stored away, only spent in their given day.
In fear of losing my time granted,
Comes knowing that it was never,
Knowing time was never mine to keep.
Smiling, sure and brave,
With the brilliant setting sun, time slips down a radiant horizon steep.
Eternity. Entirety.
I think, “Every letter shared.”
As I am called to sleep.
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021
Noisy, unsettling experimental pop in turns touching and political. From now until 3/5, 50% of proceeds go to Planned Parenthood/ACLU. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2017