Dot X from Foil Deer by Speedy Ortiz

Caress cement ‘til it’s dry. Come clean your hands in the backseat before you’re onto the next fiend. Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool. You’ll be cursed for a lifetime. Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing. Range utensil flaking in the wind. Wanna stand in place like a foil deer? Isn’t that the reason you came here? Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool. You’ll be cursed for a lifetime. Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing. You know by now with all these drops of blood it is love. Moonballing bureaucrats. With all this love, it is death. Get in the van and take my hand. We’re onto the next life. Smothered and fond, not redolent. Scarred and it’s timesome. Don’t ever touch my kid. You fool. You’ll be cursed. You’ll be cursed.

• Alternative
• indie rock
• rock
• Philadelphia