I don't wanna be a bad friend anymore, I don't wanna be a bad friend to you. I don't wanna be a bad friend to anyone, anymore, but especially not to you. In my head I'm not as bad at this. Jar of coins, been saving up for you. I never talk about what hurts. Store it in the fat til December-- rations for a long winter. Chew through February, feeling secondary. I don't wanna be a bad friend anymore, I don't wanna be a bad friend to you. I don't wanna be a bad friend to anyone, anymore, but especially not to you, but especially not to you.
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024