We’ll do these specific things
And we’ll work at our stuff
Field recordings, we’ll catch it all
Inundated shit, the real bare-knuckle go-between
When we create everything
Rock ‘n’ roll inclined
Bobby Dylan twisting til bleeding his shredded fingers, steadily amidst
This living, breathing, seethingly influential thing
For it is undeniably in all of We
Had to have been
These. Brand. New. Basement. Tape. Recordings.
Bottom-drawer persuasion- sitting serendipitous within
A glorified Caucasian nature
Blood-riddled are the naysayers indeed
