I'm whittling out the verses
and the lines that make me realise,
this little snappy heart is going to
beat just a little bit faster
every time the sun gets in your eyes
and the stinging sets in
and you're singing that maybe, maybe,
I'm just much better when I'm making a mistake.
We've got something to play with,
like the birds and the bears,
like naughty kids on stairs.
You're a fact check on my train wreck,
and all hands are on deck.
The semaphore on your open core
is holding all kinds of dares
to see just which one cares.
And please don't let it be me.
Don't let it be me.
Drying out.
Wearing thin.
Making tracks.
All caught up and flying our kite,
but you can't go out the weather's not right yet.
It's all too good to last.
My friends all lied and said.
It's fine.
It happens to everyone.
The secret I despise is,
you're something to get to
if only I'll let you
claim that this fall meant
anything at all.
So call it a surprise when the
feeling I get when you're fiery wet
is a four legged waltz;
all breaks no faults.
You smell unkind, but don't you worry,
I haven't got in in me.
It spells rewind, but don't you worry,
I haven't got the time.
To throw your maypoles away from you.
Be sure your mountains will stay in view.
I'll cut right down to the bone,
to believe what I've only known,
I'm breaking your trust going tactile to numb
with my guardian angels stuck under my thumb
and we'll take our chances with "no wrong answers"
just screaming "c'est la vie!"
The Indonesian act Kekal leaves no genre unturned, colliding black metal with industrial music with melodic post-rock on this stunning LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2023
Blinding, cinematic black metal with rich layers of synth make for an album sweeping in scope and punishing on impact. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 5, 2016