Don’t call it giving, this isn't living.
The world is spinning.
Forever. Forever. Forever...
Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.
A car has been left on the road,
A sunset of rust and petrol. The feeling’s been mutual
I know, but, the dogs had their day and they've flown on;
Over sand dunes devoid of gulls,
A silent spring, no amphibian calls.
Into the wastelands, into the earth, we’ll fall.
Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line, again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.
The footsteps bound of a child, neotenous and divine.
So innocent are his eyes, so oblivious to desire;
He’ll exempt himself from his time, ‘til he overgrows the divide;
Still, he only has so much time, to stand still.
Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line, again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
Its exquisite sense of order parallels that of a physical theory. Science is the organization of our knowledge in such a way as to command more of nature's hidden potential. Likewise do these notes command our coldbeats in step with our heartbeats. The Human Remains