Isaac Brock (musician)

"From the top of the ocean From the bottom of the sky Well, I get claustrophobic"

"I didn't move to the city The city moved to me And I want out desperately."

"I was in heaven I was in Hell Believe in neither But fear them as well."

"Brock has a knack for spinning the bleakness of late-stage capitalism into postmodern poetry, finding romance in trailer parks and truck stop bathrooms."