handcuffed in the parking lot
i’m a menace, yeah a lot
cops called and they got me too
i’m a waste without a clue
keys lost and i dropped my phone
please can someone take me home?
droopy eyes and my torn up lips
spent my money all too quick
no one hears me and i wanna die
falling down only to cry
i hate you but i hate me more
walk the sidewalk like a whore
smashed face and a black blue eye
they don’t warn me, i don’t cry
pill bottles and some liquor too
stop my breathing, turn me blue
met him on the beach and he took me home
torn my soul out, i’m unknown
trudging nowhere and i don’t have time
keep my head up, not my prime
i hate me but i hate me more
you can hit me, i'm your whore
i don't have much of anything else
i don't care, i'm moving on
i'm moving on
like an amnesiac with a pounding migraine repeatedly discovering the throbbing temple anew.... except it's an enjoyable version of that. you know what they say - no gain, no pain. Ol' Bugs
The terrific debut album from Berlin industrial-pop auteurs Mueran Humanos was out of print until this reissue on the band's own new label. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020
The solo project of Philip Quinn (Girls Names), this is dark-edged electronic work with a needle-sharp take on life in the U.K. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 10, 2019