My dear I did my time,
Though of course you still define,
The word to me,
The fault's all mine,
And I mean that earnestly,
If I only saw,
What I wanted to see,
But we never really see,
Never see do we,
The curtain never lifts,
Those cogs that make you tick,
Can only remain a mystery,
And I can't live like this,
Unmoored by your whims,
There's nothing more to know,
Nothing more to give,
It's not that you're particularly uninteresting,
It's just that no one really is,
Wouldn't it be ungratefulness,
To love you even a little less,
Without you and cigarettes,
What hope have I in dealing with the rest?
The solo project of Philip Quinn (Girls Names), this is dark-edged electronic work with a needle-sharp take on life in the U.K. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 10, 2019
The final work from visionary musicians Johnny Igaz, aka Nackt, who lost his life in the Ghost Ship fire in Oakland, California last year. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 8, 2017