Puffer from Foil Deer by Speedy Ortiz

You want a blue sky. How provincial. Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars. Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing. Not anacondas under the cover of liars. Poseying in prose again. Mount Toby friends are make pretend. Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow, so I’m the god of the liars. A truss construction never fears a thing. Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars. New position minus friction. X-game starlet earns the mention. No-way ticket trained in consent. Kissing cousins’ train’s a-coming. Puff puff. Now I’m the god of the liars.

• Alternative
• indie rock
• rock
• Philadelphia