Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson and The Cans
Laura Stevenson
The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread- then ball it up and stuff it in the holes in the sides of their heads. to stop the sound you stop the source- or is it the other way around? to stop the source you stop the sound. my bones are brittle- and i'm a little dry at the joints between them. pushing the choke in my throat down- i told you id go down- but you don't know- you never know. the open hearted make such a mess of themselves. the emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks right out from under their wheels. to stop-to stop- to throw off course- of course i know how easy for all those- who need and take and go. my bones are brittle- and i'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat. we all should close up- if we are sealing up enough- then we are feeling nothing- feeling nothing- feeling nothing
(LS- guitars, Greg- drums, Mike- omnichord & bass)