The ceiling’s falling down, pull the rocking chair down the stairs, Penny running loose
A nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare
17 degrees, timing how long I can go without air, I learned the rule of threes
And I’m scared, I’m scared
There must be something buried here, part of you might die here, a part of you I’ll never know
There’s something secret here, part of me might die here, a part of me no one will ever know
The house already dead, the bed’s too heavy to pull down the stairs,
and there’s no peace with ghosts everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
I saw Indigo live, it was a beautiful and very awesome experience. This album is very comforting for me and I love singing along. Glad this album exists. b1rbbbbb
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024