i know all your favourite weapons
we sleep well in the basement
where fire kills the cold
dreaming like we were still 17
and looking for an exit
we used to call there home
building a boat from pins and paper
i sold all of your record
your eyes will turn to gold
we feel big for the first time
i wish that i could always steal secrets from the kids
listen, like both hands held together
we cry in t shirt weather
our bones will start to grow
eating the void inside my stomach
we wait inside the car & turn off the radio
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020
Market makes blissful bedroom pop for anxious times, spooling together lo-fi textures and auto-tuned instruments with urgency and detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2020