I know she won't ever call.
Pray for watching all them wretched records fall.
Lost my daughter to a white coat spectre.
And all the adolescents on binary injectors.
Playing the piano with busted fingers.
If there was another way to go
Then I missed it twenty long years ago.
If the path existed for these tired feet
Then I'd follow you straight to Albany.
If time allowed I'd stop these sounds
Or at least get rid of this coda
We could put a sign back three weeks
Drown our hearts in symphony
And put this all on repeat
I want one more kiss goodnight
To separate these things from my life
I want one more night alone
With you resting in my arms
Angel hair drapes your face
White cloth graces your skin
Soft smiles on your mouth
Sweet words hiding in your throat
We said, "Goodbye," at the symphony
But we both scream,
"No harmony! No harmony! No harmony! No harmony!"
Fuck my dreams.
Fuck my broken knees.
Fuck every song I ever wrote and every sound.
You don't need me around.
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