I don't want to live in the city anymore
But I don't want to move to the country
I don't want to live in the city
But all the rungs snapped off above me
Won't you shut off
Quivering voices
Their melody
It's so embarrassing
Everything I love should be avoided
When they speak to me it's so embarrassing
Be ashamed
I don't want to live in the city
Where everyone goes up on the downstroke
You know I want to leave the city
But I can barely leave this brownstone
It's the fraying shoelaces
And the aching in my guts
All the eyes downcast
And I'm missing every bus
Breaking windows in the morning
Air thick with crushed cement
One of these days there's going to be an accident
I'm luck if I sleep for an hour
Over the throb of the daily death knell
When it resonates a song gone sour
I'll be lucky if I ever sleep again
supported by 9 fans who also own “Warehouseburner”
Cinematic, meditative, expansive. The entire album has me imagining myself on a hero’s journey. Starting in comfort, finding conflict, facing fears, taking action, finding resolve, experiencing hope… only to find myself in a melancholic wandering in the end.
Great album & synth work. I will definitely enjoy this in my rotation for a while. Nick
supported by 7 fans who also own “Warehouseburner”
The first time I heard this album I was going through the wringer health-wise and exploring lots of new music to help pass the time. While listening I felt both clear-headed and zeroed in but also, somewhat inversely, like I was suspended within some vast, black ethereal plane of existence. MFNT has since become a bit of a personal cult classic. It's a bracing, jarring, fascinating, fever-dream listening experience, and I highly recommend it. FE