Did you find yourself awake
staring into God’s muted face?
“I approve of this curse
it’s better to be, than not at all”
That’s the gift of grace:
to watch skin tug at bone
and years crawl on the face
everyone will lose it all
Will you make divine those
oaths and odes that
I cannot seem to keep
or shake or stir in me?
I keep losing track of the pen
so I circle back again and again
to bleeding gums and broken bones
“it’s just the way I am”
I lose faith in maps and lines
but not in time, or what lags behind
against the sand that grips at fate
that’s never truly mine to take
everyone will lose it all
(It’s so easy to reminisce like this
a springtime dress, her name on your lips
a smile in passing or gaze from a bridge
tombs of luck that slip from our hands)
I will sanctify the mind
against the waning light
we’re guided towards the night,
we learn to say goodbye.
we wane
born blind
in time.
in time.
we learn to say goodbye.
in time
in time.
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It's just a banger from start to finish. Old school hardcore in the youth crew tradition. Lyrical positivity. Music that lifts you up. Keep 'em coming. wasclafton
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019