This life is not kismit.
But I'm forced to live it.
I try to be smitten.
But I can't get by on the pittance.
Just about the worth of my soul.
Equal to these quarters on my eyes.
Down deep in a hole.
No trace of the sky.
I cannot see the light.
But I will find my way.
May not be tomorrow.
But for sure not today.
Now I find myself, locked in a box.
Where I keep all my pain, and all that I've lost.
I kick and I punch, until I have breathing holes.
But I still suffocate on the weight of the world that I hold.
Antiquated Future celebrates the career of prolific Portland garage-punk singer-songwriter Christopher Sutton with this catchy collection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2022