Paper thin walls and chemicals. A nightmare I couldn’t sleep through.
With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind.
These streets have eyes in passerbys unrecognized.
With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind.
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. The sun moved like a snail. The curious discovered disgust as a stressful soundtrack played.
The beat rolled on. Silhouettes through curtains continued to haunt.
With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers in my mind.
Lost in translation. My paranoia fueled the frustration.
With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind.
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masterpiece. one of the best post-rock albums out there and my favorite. left to rust and rot and barren lands of the modern dinosaurs are my favorites. rakugo
Bouncy, urgent, raucous indie rock, anthemic yet unpredictable; this Oxford, U.K. trio sounds defiantly full of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2020