Come on, Mr. Dawson, don't lie to yourself anymore
We all know a man who lives in bad faith, a lie in every pour
Got a gun in your mouth and it's always shooting blanks
And the smoke around your mouth is telling me:
Everybody makes mistakes
Come on, Mr. Dawson, don't lie to yourself anymore
You've deceived the masses now let's see you deceive a mirror
Well, your eyes start to blur and your lips start to shake
But then you tackle your composure and you say:
Everybody makes mistakes
Come on, Mr Dawson, you still don't have a clue
You dramatize and fictionalize the stories that make up you
The audience watches in awe as your character starts to break
And as your make-up starts to bleed the chorus screams:
Everybody makes mistakes!
Grim motor-psycho music that goes from growling Steppenwolf jams to delightfully strange jazz/krautrock diversions. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2020
The six songs on this record combine the brass-heavy sounds of jazz and afrobeat with pulsing dance beats to intoxicating effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2020