I don't see the point in taking your hand
And posing myself as a deep romantic.
I'd rather play around with cheeky women
And drink until I can't see straight.
I've decided to enslave myself
To a warred and wasted life of artistry.
I'll paint myself alone shackled,
The way a grubby smut like I should be.
My generation's lost it's sense of hunger.
The virgin body bait's the hunter's libido.
Your naivety is pawned and hustled
With an incredibly subtle finesse.
It takes a lot of strength to lie.
It takes a lot of courage to not care.
I know now not to embrace you
Because I owe myself much more than that.
Dissolution breaks the bonds
With every single person you have met.
Your indecision keeps you still.
Your standard will corrode your love away.
I'd rather travel the world alone;
Catch a bus to Minneapolis,
Live out on the streets uptown
And leave behind the me I'm meant to be.
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
You know that feeling you get when you’ve lost something you didn’t know you lost but you know you are looking for ? And know with even further affirmation it was lost and you were in deed looking because you finally recognize it when you found it ? Every time I see the word “COPE” I think of how there’s no irony that I think of this voice, lyrics and music that helped me do just that. It’s so many heavenly things. Please let this be the voice I hear on my final journey to meet my ma room_237