She left her kids at home
To get some time to herself
Nothing cynical
It’s just the way we are
She came home later to
Find her son on the bathroom floor
He’d gone and shot himself
Now he is watching from above
Gone to his sisters room
as she slept like a dove
he kissed her forehead and
slowly ripped her limbs apart
He found his mothers gun
underneath her pillow
He knew just where it was
‘Cause it had been there all along
Crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds
Crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds
We’re just crawling around,
crawling around,
crawling around,
crawling around,
we are crawling around,
we are crawling around our beds
Dreamy and ultra-chill pop music from this Mexico City group combines kaleidoscopic psychedelia with lots of blips and bloops. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2021
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021