Hard earned, was it worth the fight
Quick breath, flickering light
Small room on the ocean floor
The walls are taking water
And the furnace fire's o'er
The old desk, the leather chair
Clock face sees you waiting there
The calm before the storm
Oh don't we get right down to dying
The very moment we're born
This country, each one of us
This land that lies under us
This city, this neighbourhood
Progress is understood
Lay down the tracks and roll out wielding guns
We felonized the bodies of the people we took this from
Homeland reclamation site
Farmland to city lights
Crown land colonized
There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right
There's no other word for occupation that fits quite right
supported by 5 fans who also own “Yes, I Mean All Of It”
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer
Banjo-wielding indie folk outfit drop their fourth full-length studio album of broody ballads and barroom stompers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2014