I fall asleep to the sound of violence and I wake up to the sound of sirens
and you and your missing parts and you with your dreams in jars.
Riding south I can’t see the northern lights or the apathy we share on those
drunken summer nights just me with my dreams in jars poor me with my missing parts.
I watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
Watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
But what has he done for you?
- I fall asleep to the sounds.
As the name implies, there’s something wonderfully spooky about this Philly band—shoegaze with a haunting undercurrent. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023
I am pretty sure I love this album because of lines like this:
"Time cast a spell on you and you will forget me
I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me
I will follow you down ’til the sound of my voice still haunts you
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you" . Somehow they hit really hard, even though the instrumentation is coercing you to sway back and forth in a positive form. quiet_calm_deceased