1. |
Harvest Swoon
05:14
|
|||
2. |
Nebo Mountain
03:45
|
|||
|
Sail for Corpus Christi (Lord I mss thee)
Jerome came home with a fake christmas tree
Jackie and Jane are wrestling in the rain,
I wonder if we'll ever see Ralph again.
Stayin' at the methheads front-lawn deathbed,
I can't believe I up and tagged along.
Lately every choice I make is wrong.
I can't tell if these are real demons
I swear I heard somebody screaming
Six Mile Road sways fast then slow
Fuckin' bradford pears camped up in my nose.
Kelly forgot a jacket, so he just shivers and talks shit.
I nod, they nod, we nod, by God.
I nod, they nod, we nod, by God.
Can't believe I up and tagged along.
Lately every choice I make is wrong.
|
||||
3. |
La Danse Macabre
04:46
|
|||
|
Under granite blue canopies in this theater of ash,
where doric columns smirk and ascend
There's an illusory silence that numbs all our heroes,
but for children it only begins.
Vainglorious prospects,
Emerald allure of fame,
pace the foaming, sweaty imps.
Like drawn drapes or slit blinds,
they suggest–seldom opine–
They are not needed, yet wanted all the same.
The hydra, the evil, the crux of all power.
The hydra, the evil, the crux of all power.
a king dethroned comprehends.
Immortal, ephemeral, each curt benign clue,
Immortal, ephemeral, each curt benign clue,
frames death like we think of old friends.
|
||||
4. |
Ships in the Night
02:58
|
|||
5. |
Tight Rope
04:34
|
|||
6. |
Red Tail Ranch
04:17
|
|||
|
We packed up our bags in one long day.
A room opened up, life's funny that way.
It's almost too much, I'm used to cares.
Like snooping landlords and roommates' glares.
The chickens got out. It took three days.
Each time they returned, George chased them away.
Our den's looking nice, I do declare.
Our life makes me puke, it's just too right and rare.
|
||||
7. |
||||
8. |
What Can I Say
03:50
|
|||
9. |
||||
|
Pursueth the man with the treacherous eye.
He slips through crannies in a recess for your mind.
Ask any schoolchild and they'll reply in kind,
"Your soul will slip when you're taking a dip through the black desert of time".
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Evoke all the spirits that helped you get by–
both evil and good, it's no time to be shy.
You're one as much the other, and this is the reason why
Each task is a tower, from hour to hour, and you're running out of time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Hills and hills for days at a time.
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came,
a sword in his hand and a sickness in his brain.
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came,
a sword in his hand and a sickness in his brain.
|
||||
10. |
Break Pads
03:03
|
|||
If you like downasaur, you may also like:
Gauzy post-punk with an industrial steel core from Detroit; their newest now available for pre-order.
go to album
A gorgeous record of blissed out shoegaze streaked with stardust and a glam rock edge from this San Diego-based artist.
go to album
Lichtenberg Figure
by Sculpture Park
Sprightly chamber-pop melodies commingle with sprawling, post rock-esque sequences across the UK band's debut.
go to album
The sophomore release from Eggy is full of propulsive and incisive guitar rock peppered with unexpected elements like saxophone and samples.
go to album
What Remains
by The Rosie Varela Project
Rosie Varela brings her past in shoegaze to bear in these gorgeous, haunting songs wreathed in mist & centered on sparkling instrumentation.
go to album
Berlin based songwriter Oliver Burghardt tempers avant-garde absurdities with charming anti-folk on his latest as Pink Lint.
go to album
The Melbourne duo craft ornate art-pop with a strong attention to atmosphere and detail, anchored in Lily Harding's elegiac vocals.
go to album
