I don’t yearn to see you hurting
or to multiply the miles
I don’t want to see you burn up
in the waking summer sun
You will know me by the quiet moments
the recession of the will
The muted sense of self
He hides in the back of the room
waiting on the rain to break
choking on the words that will to fold him in
everyone you know is going to do this alone
I can’t wait for the gun to dull the smoke
I can’t wait for my legs to finally give out
for blank stares, and cold hands
those white walls and old calls
that never land
I can’t wait
Do you know me at all?
In the awkward way I compose
my words, my hands in yours
the who and what that wills
to sing and write it down
before I lay my head
in the dark of the lot
everyone you know
all of those you dont
everything you love
all the pain we cause
When will we know?
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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