Twenty-something, in the abstract
Seemed fun but, It was all a lie
Never been this sober for long
I'm a self-made fucking distress
Caught me off guard, picking apart
My sickness of a skin-suit
I don't know anything at all
I'm a nostalgia-filled wreck
I fought too many wars, to end up like this
I'm a body of doubt, dressed up like a kiss
We were so young
The reckless and dumb
Take my hand and run
Let's run, run, run
I thought the future was alluring in the abstract
Now I find I'm at the wrong end of a fistfight
Oh, what's wrong with me?
I'm not the enemy
Blacked out, bloody hands, in a Chevrolet
Pop a pill, you know the drill, gotta get away
Survive this decade
The bar is closing up
You brush the hair from my rosy cheeks
There is no greatness here
I stumble drunk into the breach
"Bullshit", I scream into a neon dream
Break the light, in the night
I tell you I'm lost
All the different riffs and emotions conveyed by them really made me feel something, but right at the end of Salad it's when I truly felt something spectacular and could not contain my emotion. Beautiful work. It needs more listeners. blueberry2001
Montreal band Gulfer deliver one of the most mature, dynamic emo albums of recent memory, while honoring the giddy energy of past LPs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2020