The ghosts inside my eyes, can't see anything
The ghosts inside my eyes, can't see anything
Because when I close my eyes, they only see your face
And when I close my eyes, they're whispering your name
The air inside my lungs is filled with promises
The air inside my lungs is filled with promises
And the streets here have no names, because nobody lives here
And the streets here have no names, because nobody lives here
L.A.’s Giant Waste of Man turn out hammering, hooky rock songs with a vaguely psychedelic edge, anthemic and expansive. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2022
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017