there's a single bullet in the gun
that we’ll use when the time is right,
when they turn on the floodlights.
now they’ve changed all the locks again
but they can’t change your memory;
only lecture you on progress.
they say, "you're holding up the future,"
as they make us all homeless.
"go fend for yourself".
there's a rumble as the dozers come,
fat faces glaring out.
but you are lost in a picture of then.
remember that day when your brother moved us in?
eight pounds to our name and a plan to start again.
because the windows leaked and the paint was peeling,
they said we were scum.
so move in some city boys and a couple of artists,
paper over everything
and fence off the garden.
stood in the rubble,
well, they got what they wanted,
but they won't get this.
they can't get this.
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016