Wake up on the lawn.
Roll over to sleep a little longer.
Dry me out and drive me home.
Take me back and send me away.
But you're careful to never name
The trouble inside of me.
Cut my hair to look more like my mother.
Look in the mirror and see my father's daughter.
Short ugly temper and a mouth full of glass,
Well I spit blood when I speak, you know,
This won't last.
Walk to the golf course across the highway.
Find the first soft putting green,
I dig in my hands unafraid,
Most dirt will wash away.
This is not the last time in your life
You'll wake up in a ditch, hiding from your head outside.
Mallory Cobb played a song about naming hurricanes
and I wonder if I will ever name my own.
The world turns, and like a child I am dragged along.
Cut my hair to look more like my mother.
Look in the mirror and see my father's daughter.
Short ugly temper,
Mouth full of broken glass.
Well I spit blood when I speak.
I kick and scream.
I scrub and scrub, but some things just tear away the skin.
pigeon pit as a band has single-handedly changed my life. no other band has had me elated and crying my heart out so much at the same time. seeing them live may have changed me as a person. so much love <3 exodus_of_angels
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2020
Three songs from this raucous New Zealand group that prove punk still has teeth and isn’t afraid to lunge and bite. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2019
A perfect album filled with autobiographical songwriting that mutates into poetry and exposes the magic and the garbage sewn beneath the skin of daily life and acutely human experiences. A true gem. grinchmas