holding on, loaded down
a careful eye, the gentle sky
remembrance, the last line
an old Broadway play
poor girl? northern shore?
first kiss? a freeway fade?
when all that is can be said
in such an ordinary way
you’re floating in the frequency
the revolution’s needle strong
one cheer for taking back the day
one cheer for imaginary fame
and there’s a little bit of something
and this I know you know
maybe it’s all just a cool breeze,
a familiar frequency,
and there’s a little bit of nothing
and this I know we know
sometimes when your south of divided
you float in frequency
abstract poetics, the concrete kind,
constant allure, the passing of wine
a steady pulse, not much to say,
when you’re all so locked in love,
a strong faith, their idle lie,
a thousand Gods, Hick’s laughing line,
self-made was the midnight ride
always in all ways calling time
We’ve been silent
came along long before your storm
down underneath the wave
it’s conditional, not questioning.
we’ve been lying in wait
drowning in your storm
down underneath the wave
it’s conditional, not questioning
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024