Once, I met a girl who was afraid
She grabbed my hand and said
“I’m going to kill myself,
And I want you to witness it!”
She pulled a gun and
blew her brains out
Right in front of me.
Days came, seasons changed,
Blood and brains all over my face
I hate knowing her name,
Knowing that someday I might
As well blow my brains out
Next to someone else's face
It’s like a wicked game we play,
But we can only play it once
Once, I met a boy who wasn't afraid
He was just insane, he jumped off a building
After Landing on his face he said, something about a game
I couldn't hear because of the screams
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022