A gasoline haze
Followed by blaze
All thoughts of sin
They're ready to go down
Whatever it moves
It's got to wait
Whatever it moves
I still got this need for love
Aha
Crackle soul, it's too hot to hold
Who'll hurt ones hand, who'll hurt ones bones
A crackle weep, a howling sweep
Common sense
I hate to search for that
Itchy brain, catch that flame
Douse all souls, save those bones
That tickled pink, it's all over my face now
Mask my dreams please all lies falling down
Common sense
I hate to search for that
crumble, fumble I stumble my way
hoping to reach you in some way
Whatever it moves
It's got to wait
Whatever it moves
I still got this need for love
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016
Dreamlike songs from this London artist with gentle vocal melodies gliding through cloudy layers of guitar and synth. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2022