Motors from Bunkum by Noxious Poor

think about it in silence
beneath the moon
of yesterdays disturbance
and the glass half full
overflowing dissonance
for the still same tune

think about in silence
when you least have room
think about it in silence
against the mirror's horror
and in the deepest awakening
when the self is at war
you laugh in your blindness
and sell your self like a whore
when the body is at shore

(bow down on these knees)

think about it in silence
half dazed neither groomed
weave yourself as the artist
on the same tired loom n
call your self an artist
an individual in a group

bow down on these knees
it all feels yellow

• Experimental
• bass
• bedroom recordings
• drugs
• flower pop
• girl tears
• Chicago