Panic divides petrified minds
As I stare through the slotted blinds
Between finger and thumb,
I search for someone
‘Cause I heard a noise in the night
Was it leaves in the breeze
Or crucified thieves
Or was it the secret police?
Who’s trying to mess with me?
A weary world leans on its crutch
Walking down Main Street all boarded up
Line up for liquor, need to feel numb
Woke up this morning wanting to buy a gun
Something small and discreet,
Something I can tuck in my jeans
When I go out in the streets
The finite future is choosing the losers
So who is it gonna be? You or me?
I got no peace of mind to rest
Breaking bread with your empty chair
My superstitious side is saying prayers
Oh, depression’s a deadly weapon
I wish I could believe in the clouds of heaven
‘Cause then I’d know you’re okay
And I’d no longer have to worry
If the ground is cold at night
Or if the grave digger left on a light
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Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024