Chemical beams of meaning,
a future better told than sang,
meaning at it's core is a tool of the despot,
hold it to your chest like a saint,
Oh liberal lover,
your boss is still a boss,
and you owe more then they could ever take,
the stamps from the state that kept you fed,
is there more than what you make, you said
Timid submission and pleasantries,
revolution is not a glacial plea,
struggle for that melody,
stumble through it awkwardly,
then everybody came to see,
is there more than what you make?
Hushed atmospheric music that goes from fragile bedroom folk to tastefully ornamented ’60s pop a la The Free Design. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2020
Sultry bossa-nova melodies co-mingle with frenetic noise rock and uplifting brass on the Brazilian guitarist's latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 18, 2019