somethings calling
summers coming to a swift end
cant go on
drawing lines in the sand
bury the hatchet
watch the fall come swift and clean
wash away the sins
from the father unto the childrens upbringing
holding onto
some piece of the puzzle I cant grasp
pulling straws
haunting memories of a past
that I cant remember
drowning pain in liquid gold
head out the window
moving towards the winters cold
maybe theres some hope
buried in places behind the brick
praying to a casket
or whatever they say is left
I hope for forgiveness
there was a time when i lost my way
the words only mean so much
when you have nothing good left to say.
I cant be alone
because I cant even breathe
I spend every moment
trying to be exactly what you need.
This compilation is a good cross-section of indie and lo-fi tunes from the community of the UK-based independent label. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2019