Maybe I’m naive but I can’t see the way you think that I should be,
And maybe in the next five years I’ll learn to love and practice what I preach,
Oh my god, we are nothing on our own,
I’ve felt the winters grasp the way she sings the oceans hand and now the cold,
We break our bones we grow up young we fall in love and then our hearts grow old,
Oh my god, we are nothing on our own,
Just once more, we are all that we can be,
And we know that it falls in perfect threes,
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
"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