Saying out loud, all the things that make me doubt,
Conversations around talking about how mama left town,
Laughing to the sounds of the kids in the underground.
Little do they know I've lost all control of my sense and soul.
I've seen her lose so many times that I could not hold,
I cannot seem to find myself anymore.
Even in all her stories,
Mama never came down to feel sorry,
All the cheap soda drinks and whiskey
And her little stories.
Crossing out, all the lights and sounds out of here;
Giving up everything that she holds so dear.
And I feel paralyzed,
Searching for her oomph all this time,
And all the monsters come to play tonight.
And in this game of two,
One can win, one can only lose,
The winter breeze blows away, away.
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023