When I went to South America I found out that everyone’s got a pickup truck, yea a pick up truck that’ll pick you up
So I left my clothes on the side of the road cuz sunshine lifted the thread from my bones
And tattooed life and death to my chest, I grew so brown, I knew I was home I tied a snake to my waist and called out for a simple place
Where a man can drink from the river, recycle through my liver as I got bigger
My brain expanded over the landscape pressing veins against my skull
My back is golden, stuff is stolen, ten cents here can buy you a beer
Might be poor but I’m not vermin
It’s the rain child
I have never known silence, just a calm sweet buzz
All the houses were made of mud but that’s just because it’s better than dirt Is it better than brick? Well I think not
What I came with is all that I got
O que ha banda? All the men stand up and 300 women make a circle around me
Do they think I’m their child? I am not your child!
Desert’s taken all of my girth so I look like a boy in this big t-shirt
But for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t return for a million pepsis
A thousand cans delivered each day I would trade away for what I found
Solid ground, solid ground, so flat I can see where I've I’ve been
Aluminum cans that will taste like tin but it's all been the same as it’s always been
Nothing to do but to wait around
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023