Everything that surrounds you is a mirror
It should be clear
But you just can’t see yourself
Blame it on your damn mental health
First you sit, then you pace
The days are gone, the ones you chased
Now we sit face to face awaiting
The ceremony is about to begin
Just a little bit longer before you can win
The prize of man and women alike
Some will live but we all must die
The ceremony has come to an end
Not to much longer for you my friend
The price is high and no one knows why
They shall live while we all have died
The Shivas deliver a set of righteous three-chord wonders with a mean streak that will always be to the tastes of a certain doomy subset of ‘60s rock fans. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 29, 2019
Two new songs from the Nashville musician (and drummer in Sad Baxter) reveal a talent for rock hooks and anthemic power pop aesthetics. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2022