I'm doing great! I'm doing great! I'm doing great! So how you doing?

Buoys

//////////////////////////////////////Church Fight (1/2 Lyfe 0 Luv)\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Promise that this tale is uber epic as a mother; put your kids to bed; find the embrace of another. 'Cause I'm not gonna lie this might just get a tiny bit chilly; when you wrestle with your demons, they play your heart willy-nilly.
'Twas our first rock show in a super hot minute, parachuting powder in this seedy bathroom FOR THE WIN! We take a threshold dose of 2CI at the Screamin' Eagle; it is ill-advised.When trippin' balls at costume party gets too real to keep on bluffin', drummer saves you from a goddess, reassures you all means NOTHIN'.

Who made you king, who made you king? Who made you king who made you king!?!?! It's a cold cold world. You better do what you're told. You better do what you're told...

Packin' 4 deep in a 2 bedroom tenement; we rep clean living. Throw a Siren in the pot, & it's the gift that keeps on givin'!  Be that all of these love triangles look like a "Sierpinski Gasket" hex, my brother leaves behind the fractals while I consummate shipwreck. Now let's fast forward past band meltdown, past the psychic, past the blow, past all the irreducible complexity. I'm left alone...except the Siren. Then there's blotter on the church steps, mind is blown. I'm at a crossroads all Rob Johnson style with visions, re: unknown. Cut to a cavalcade of Ypsilanti's finest looming into view too soon, pulling up in time to catch my feral antics, i.e. baying at the moon.  So I get confused & perceive revolution, proceed to resist arrest. As might follow I am tazed ad infinitum, beaten more than half to death.

(CHORUS)

What is the half-life of love? This is the half-life: love. We're in the half-light, Love. This is a half-lie, love.  We're in the half-life of love! This is the half-light, love! This is a half-lie, love! What is this half-lie of love?



Church Fight (bedroom demo)

S7even Large

Black Lightning

Police

The Contortionist

On the Way Up

Bros (H)arm

We swam out of the deep, climbed up onto land, & walked into the smog. & so we stood there in man-made haze. & we looked impeccably bad. & when I say bad, I mean bad-good, as in "these cats look like a couple of real bad mothers."

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