Alyssa Corey - Vocals
Dom Tolerico - Drums
Matt Bednash - Bass
Rich Robinson - Guitar
lyrics
-I see death waiting for me
In the pictures exploring where I wanna go
Closing time is upon us,
Apocalypse on a school bus brings me back home
-I’ll break it down when I take this town
You can watch me where I stand
Listen, my friend, this is the end
This is not what we had planned
-Another day almost over
I can feel it getting closer as I turn the page
A mockingbird at my window
The TV serves as a pinhole where I can vent my rage
-It’s bleeding out, exhausted from doubt
Yelling “Fuck it” to the wind
The future is bleak, my conscience can’t speak
This tight rope is getting thin
~String me along as I try to wash the blood that’s on my hands
All hope is gone, this is the apocalypse, my friend
The apocalypse X3
credits
from Cellar Door,
released October 31, 2014
Music by Bednash/Robinson
Lyrics by Corey/Robinson
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
supported by 4 fans who also own “Taping the Apocalypse”
Holy shit Walt. Your laugh is unbearable. There was nothing said that would warrant a laugh like that. Its like a baby that laughs when its dad hurts himself. He just cracks up at nothing and it sounds like he's having a respiratory attack of some sort. eagle126