father gives, mother reads the news
the same white plates, the only cups I've ever known
boyhood dreams, stuck in those same trees
dust on keys, little melodies
90's love, what did you teach me?
feather light, naked in your room
I thought I'd cherish all this time away from you
but I had your lips like you had mine
told me how I was your sunlight
on your front steps where we'd have fights
how cold i've grown
once more to the cliffs out west
out of breath, fingers in my hair
obsolete like the field guns that guard the fort
this year, just like the one before
Heatwarmer are local Seattle legends that write songs that sound like TV jingles but they're really musically complex and winding and hilarious and shredding. Señor Fin
Post-punk full of ragged energy and the adventurousness and aggression of the early '80s underground from Portland's Escare. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2020