daughter elvis had to have surgery when she was born, and now she has a clean bill of health and two beautiful scars. sometimes i think of an alternate reality where the surgery was not available to us, and i had to slowly watch her die. someone out there has been in that position, and that's an unbearable thought. i think medicare for all in the US is a good idea, for that and many other reasons.
lyrics
Along the length
Of your shoulderblade
The whole of your life extends
Run my fingertips across the seam
Balance on a razor edge of other possibilities
Rest my love, turn away
Brace for what comes next
I wonder what you’re thinking now
I wonder if we couldn’t have counted on your lucky scars
Short of breath
No regrets
Just keep her safe and warm
How many she’s left to take I don’t want to know
But every last breath is a miracle
Brace for the final one
I wonder if we couldn’t have counted on em
Cuz everything you are was in doubt
Until you got your scars
I wonder how we’ll pay the debt down
Promise that you’ll wear them proud
Our lucky scars
Aussie six-piece showcases a buoyant co-mingling of jazz-funk grooves, snappy post-punk riffs, and krautrock motoriks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023