The door is locked to my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Housekeeping knows not to bother me
I’ll leave the room clean
Take my trash with me
Thankful for the hospitality
I am a stranger in your city
And I can’t decide which song to dance with the Marchesa too
Dr. Dieu is up to his old shit again, sure looks handsome standing there in red
Spend the day with high society
Then crawl back to my room, make sure no one’s stolen anything
I want you to come try to find me
So I’m trying to manifest that kind of energy
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Run laps in Vondel park evading unseen antagonists
Champagne haze and solid jams soundtrack the transcendence
The more that I can leave behind the less I have to carry
What seems so real in the ether is always gone, gone in the morning
Curtains drawn, blinds down, covers pulled tight up over my head
I can’t see out and nobody can see in and
I don’t know where the party is but I know how it ends
32 Beaufort Gardens, a grave plot in Brompton cemetery
Pop a top of Desperado, roll another J
It doesn’t have to be good to be remembered tasting that way
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
I want you to come try to find me
So I’m trying to manifest that kind of energy
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Freaking the fuck out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam Hotel Room
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024