cracked lips laughing. calused hands
clapping. no airbrushed fine lines. swollen muscles. keep it moving. our action creates energy. we are born wild.
generations of traditional ignorance in her blood line. her
paper candy she'll choke, choke, choke on it. blaming the
child inside when inspiration has run dry. it's one
stones throw away from crazy. chipped tooth. broke ass.
silver spoon stuck in the mud. tame with shame. you aim the blame. point that finger at your own face. neko o kaburu i see thru your disguise. ah ha ha i know you're a wolf in sheeps clothing.
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024