I can hear them coming through the morning’s eulogy
all the drums and trumpets like sirens in my sleep
no words in death’s dance, just a freedom, an eye to eye
going down to the river, we’ll drink and watch the southern sun rise
And I see George, Poland’s thrift store on wheels
On my girl’s house on royal street, I still know how it feels
And down in the quarter, there’s always the chance of romance
And down some hallways, a little song, a little dance
It was a hell of a time
when I think about it I think about it
Strange how everything can leave you
Than bring you back and it brings you back
to the thunder and New Orleans rain
Riding a bike down Press St, racing a rusted train
The struggle’s always near, the party’s always on,
but it never fades away
Gonna visit mary with a big bottle of wine
On the steps of lessups, with our otis, with our patsy cline
Spinning 45’s with our thoughts on the state of the moon
making love all night long, it’s the simple things we always do
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024