I run around pretending I sold my soul to the devil for you.
Black eyes, love bites, I don't know the difference anymore.
I'm tripping on my tongue and your hands are around my neck.
Head hits the ground, well, it needed a rest.
Your fire-y black eyes, that liquid on our breath,
But that was just a dream, keeping my head in check.
So I keep a glass in hand,
Fill it with old number 7 brand,
And I work my way backwards through the words I'm tripping over.
Now I don't know where we stand, but I do know where I stumble over to
The room is going black and the memories faded blue.
I feel I'm racing to the bottom, just to fill it to the top.
Is it your silence that puts me on this non stop?
Losing my mind to you, just another glass.
It's hitting harder and hard, just another glass.
credits
from The Dream Reel,
released April 14, 2017
Mike Themistocleous: Vocals/Guitar
Joe Oliveto: Guitar
Dan DeLucia: Bass
Chris Swift: Drums
You Can Catch a Lobster with Eggs... is a blend of dream pop and psychedelic rock - it brings to mind music of the past, while staying modern. It makes me happy bands like Retail Space exist. Fox Hollow