There is a playful dog by the train today
And he begs attention from the patterned man Greying at his face.
Unordinary days
The features barely change,
But bigger than you know,
Headlights come,
Canary cave,
You burrow on.
There is a playful dog by the train today
And I’ve been waiting for a long, long year. There is no changing time
They let the bombs decide,
Now we’re all alone.
Headlights come,
To take me back,
Or take me home.
That city shadow,
Those fields of fallow, dizzy, spinning earth. When you come to,
I’ll be here.
Won’t you come too?
I’ll be here.
It’s all one second of life now,
Like a flash that’s falling all down.
In that city shadow.
In those fields of fallow, spinning earth.
My god’s hand is a rolling boulder.
I built a cabin at the bottom of the hill.
My god’s tongue is a silver soldier
And I am the trigger on his rifle.
I am safe in the sound.
I could try to pick it out,
But love is all around.
If you’re still listening,
Let me out.
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
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