It's in the way you walk away
That makes me certain that we're on
In spite of all the violence you're afraid of silence
We get dragged through the eyelets and come out clean aside us
I can't run fast enough
I can't run fast enough to you
dig deep beneath
the sutures and the scenery
past you and me
and merciless machinery
dream and defeat
entropy, mortality
a love supreme
unanswerable mystery
prophet on a couch
mystic and a souse
forever haunt this house
I’ll never shout you down
to feel is free so preach the need
to be obscene - thesis complete
no god in your church
no damnation, all rebirth
for all we’re worth
we’ve got to live in this world first
the serum is in short supply
that makes a rise of our decline
all those who claim to know
dream only of control
divine dreams
the mind weaves
let time cease
to bind me
play on the white keys
tension, release
dig deep beneath
the decades and their decencies
where you and me
we’ll laugh at the absurdity
raise a glass to Uncle John
a prophet ‘til the liquor’s gone
beneath the watchful eye
of the all-seeing blind
the serum is in short supply
that makes a rise of our decline
all those who claim to know
dream only of control
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Doom metal tends to be slow and sludgy and depressed; "Horizon" hits 2 out of those 3. Sure, the album has big, thunderous riffs upon riffs upon riffs but the soaring vocals give the record a transcendent, almost joyous sound. Whether you listen to it on headphones or in a concert hall, "Horizon" stretches out to fill all the available space. mattgraupman
This Brooklyn-based power pop band claims to be writing the "catchiest songs of all time." They make their case on their debut EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2024