With achy bones
And weary eyes
My mind is half awake
My body desensitized
The labors that we take
To avert ourselves from ourselves
From our fevered dream
The promise of a promised land
We rip ourselves away
And here we stand
Like the wind and the tides
Our emotions reside
In a sinkhole
On another plane
On the other side
With your brain on the concrete
You climb backwards up that chain
You're burning through the hours
But now only moments remain
Well, turn my skin to glass
Like cold water pouring on my face
Take me to another world
And give me another taste
Yeah give me another taste
Yeah give me another taste
Yeah give me another taste
With your face on the burner
Pressed against the steaming grate
I'm tired of all this static
But all I do is wait
Well turn my insides out
Take my mind back to this state
Guide me through these doubts
And shield me from my fate
Yeah shield me from my fate
Yeah shield me from my fate
Yeah shield me from my fate
Chicago's Stuck make sharp, tense, groovy post-punk that fans of the Touch & Go roster will find immediately appealing. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020