Wayback pack
Broke my jeans in
Got my floodlight first touch
Football season
And loose change lightning
Bugs kept Flashing
I was young one day
Caught mother crying
Riding shotgun with the beast
In the land of milk and cheese
10 years deep
John got laid
Jimmy got jealous
High noon in the lunchroom
Tossed his salad
And the girls chewed gum like a pack
Of wild pink tribal
In the Monday mirror looking sweet
And suicidal
Riding shotgun with the beast
A B C
For all that's said
There aint no symbol
All the songs get changed
And singers get crippled
The husbands and the mothers and the doctors
All can see it
Every inch of the newborn child
Is gonna feel it
Riding shotgun with the beast
In the land of milk and cheese
With the breeze between my knees
Five foot three
Hopscotching from jangle pop and post-hardcore to math rock and shoegaze, these Minnesota rockers have a gift for musical multitasking. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 29, 2024