Smoke my reefer in the bathroom.
Watch out for the starving locusts.
Make sure not to get drastic.
The lyrics to "Cryin' Smoke" by psychedelic folk rockers the Ganglians read like a tripped-out Post-it note. But the song—off of last summer's Monster Head Room —is the type of room-filling, head-expanding, understated pop music that carries itself on an overall tone, not the individual words. And here that feeling is a particularly bittersweet and lingering one.
Ganglians - "Cryin' Smoke" (from Monster Head Room)
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