Wake up needing headlights
Paris feels like a lie to me now
And I know when you go to sleep tonight It will be a little deeper cuz It gets deeper every time
Passing by hospitals,
Ghosts of Christmas past
And every drop of wine
See the shadow of hawk passing
Feel only a single drop of blood fall from the sky
It’s incalculable
Loss’ shape and size
A feast so damnable
there’s a reason we can close our eyes
So just go home
get some good sleep too
Just shut your mouth
before they murder you
It’s a ride that’s got you tired,
even though you love it,
all you can think is:
“man, when the hell can I get off of it?”
The way the light creeps ‘cross your floor
Beneath the doors you lock
The shit you talk,
you’d think that you were a prophet
....Just shut your mouth
before they murder you
Or before you do
and leave a city of detectives without a clue
Sitting in a room whose roof’s all in ruins
To see the horror of a craterless moon.
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
The Atlanta trio find an appealing balance between their trademark razor sharp wiry riffage and freewheeling groove. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024