This song is about my hometown, filled with nail salons, pizzerias and guidos! LOTS AND LOTS OF GUIDOS... Growing up I felt like I never fit in because I wasn't a A FIST PUMPING, SPIKED HAIRED, MEATHEAD. Everyone treated me like a freak.
lyrics
A familiar place becomes a ghost town
When no one wants to stick around to stumble down the trash filled streets of nail salons and Italian meats
At a quick check in the parking lot
The suburban kids seem to get lost in Xanax and their lowered cars la famiglia tattoos with nautical stars
And people tak to me like I’m a freak I’m a freak hell
Well New York City is so gross. 11 Miles is way to close the sky line wont leave me alone light pollution bleeds into my home. The morning sun brings a parkway scream I pour my coffee and mix in the cream try to capture the feeling at the kitchen table of what it allways feels like to be kind of unstable
And people talk to me like I’m a freak I’m a freak hell yea.
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021
Great, thrashing, melodic indie rock from this Illinois group that juxtaposes sugary vocal hooks with barbed guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2022