Drinkin' dinner from a can, passed out in my boots again, another night spend doing nothing much of anything. Can't cast the grief aside, earn my keep or stay inside. Bones are freezing and days are leaving but barely worth goodbyes. Passing puddles on the sidewalk reflecting glimpses of the old haunts, filthy rainbow water daydreams, the long-gone punk house up on ridgemont. Lots bought up left squandered, vacant. Young punks carry smallpox blankets. Refuges for lonely vagrants flipped for million dollar pavement. And as we turn this place into stripmalls for the rich, we'll blame everything but the stripmining lifestyles that we live. 'Cause rad bookstores and vegan food raise the property values. Can't deny we gentrify but what else is there to do? And it goes on and on and on, we fuck it up and move along. Seeking solace in these songs, scream sanctuary from our wrongs. Is it the suits that we despise or our own image in their eyes? Return a glimpse of our decay. We fuck it up and flip the blame... and it goes on and on and on we sing these songs and move along.......
pigeon pit as a band has single-handedly changed my life. no other band has had me elated and crying my heart out so much at the same time. seeing them live may have changed me as a person. so much love <3 exodus_of_angels