Staring coldly in the face of an infinite embrace
Holding bodies out in space where I can't reach them
Time spent with me holds a certain melody
Where you make up all the words when I stop singing
Drown the telephone in a bowl of rotting bones
Hear the stories that were told while I was dying
Realize that your dead with this bullet in your head
It's amazing all the things you fail to notice
Fishing in a bowl, all we've captured is their soul
Staring out into an ocean through their window
Posing no distress, posing only in a dress
Posing fraud in all the pictures that I took of myself
Popping pills to wake, biting nails and taking drags
Off a cigarette who lit himself on fire
Flicker for the sake of keeping romances awake
Dripping wax into a puddle on your first date
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