I remember every unlearned sermon
It’s hard to imagine a child once wandered in these shoes
Only to come home and look like someone you used to know
Banging the drums to words I misread
Captaining a ship I don’t want to steer
Clearing the decks, naked in the ugliness in my wayward ways
On distant shores, I was humbled by all the faces
deep in the heart of places you may never know
Will you ever know?
I have to believe that there is something
common to all of us in all this suffering
Humility means more to me
even if there’s no door to tie our tried souls
Don’t tell me I’ll never understand
I have to believe.
I took an oath to remain entranced by the beauty
I have to believe
that there’s more than waves crashing between us
supported by 11 fans who also own “Trying Our Souls”
Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019