big body
small Milky Way
Your tunneled moon, my silver spoon
A mouthful
You dont believe it?
Well I do now;
when your face mixes with the sea
The detritus, the unknown
You’ve come to set us free alone
extinguish our star on basis need to know
To drown the sun you gotta be so paranoid
but you’re the only one who knows
A brief examination of your personal affects reveals all the evidence needed to build an airtight case against you, from the pocket lint and moon cleansed crystals and pamphlet on extra terrestrial archaeology, you were sent here to end with a heavy heart but you were never quite sure from where, and i turned to a page in your logbook that plainly said
i’ve been a burden, ashamed with precision, I’ve kept my eyes real low
Trapped in inversion, a past tense revision, and the past drifts away real slow
I’ve had the face of a coin and the eyes of a hawk with my mouth on the moon
New transmission through old radiation, I’m surprised when they fill my room
You’re my hero
You oughta keep that close
You tell me all I need to know
To drown the sun you gotta be so paranoid
Your missions not done yet
We’re all still here
Your secrets safe with me
supported by 6 fans who also own “astronautal trans-galactic schizophrenic blues”
I had been rinsing this for a week on the evil interweb, so I decided to do the right thing and purchase a physical copy. You should do the same. The cover reminds me of childhood trips to Newgrange which is nice too. irish.goodbye
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024