He came with sweat in his eyes
Came with a book that wasn’t dry
Came totally, totally fried
Saying, reconcile, I can’t reconcile, I
Can’t, the lack of free will
In a, in a deterministic world
View, there are no higher thoughts fill-
-ing days up to be meaningful
I couldn’t console
I left that night frightened
I know, I know I’m never that impassioned
With things so seemingly unimposing
With things besides sexual frustration
Obsessive thoughts certain, certainly
Define the person one will be
Makes revolutionaries laced with urgency
Makes the dead beats dream
There’s not much to me
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022