pick me up with all your other friends and we'll course out this old city
find our youth and find her scars under her lights
cut me open count my rings dress my wounds and take me in
just don't send me back into that awful night
darling do you gotta look so blue?
the smell of sex ain't even left the room
we'll step back into the street
smoke these stolen camel blues
behind the walgreens or the LA tan and
pretend like we're living in a fabled version
of our native promised land
and in the morning
we're going to New Mexico baby
I hear that they still live that way
we're going to New Mexico baby
or we're going up in flames
gimme gin and piss indifference
i'll give you buckshot teeth pride and grief
gimme your contact high and pain
when i'm out and raising cain
gimme your hand and all its spells
watch me turn it all to hell for you
these sprawling cities aint for me
this insincerity it ain't for you
so pack the car up to the roof and
meet me in New Mexico baby
or meet me in hell
if we ain't going to New Mexico baby
we ain't going nowhere at all
The Philly rock juggernaut's debut LP is finally here, an electric rallying cry led, as always, by Tina Halladay's powerful voice. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2017