We are sore the length of our bodies
We restore water we cry
We are nothing if not your granddaughters
We have been nothing but dignified
We, we brave beestings and all
And we don’t dive, we cannonball
And we splash our eyes full of chemicals
Just so there’s none left for the little girls
Just so there’s none left for little girls
Roll, roll, roll up your denim
We’ve gotta pedal ten hours south
They pour it down from their balconies
You’ve gotta push all the doubt to the side of your mouth
Cause we, we brave beestings and all
And we don’t dive, we cannonball
And we splash our eyes full of chemicals
Just so there’s none left for the little girls
Just so there’s none left for little girls
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
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