Close your eyes,
Have no fear.
The night is wide
But she’ll find you here.
It curls like coffee cup smoke
On that off-white dress you used to know So well.
That dizzy smile
In clouded swirl
That soft skinned while
When I was hers.
Those lips that finally formed
In the haze of light from your bedroom door Once more said,
“Don’t fear the coming wave,
Nothing breaks with it.
I am in the rain.
I am the Empire State,
And I won’t change a bit.”
I miss all of you now,
My home,
as much as stranger sounds whispered.
It pulls like nothing I’ve known
Between a place to live
And space to grow
It’s my home
All alone.
I’m gonna be the one who sees you
I’m gonna be the one who knows
I’m gonna be the one who fears you
I’m gonna be the one you chose.
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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
Effortlessly juggling mood without slowing down or stopping to question themselves, the Singaporean band give new life to an age-old indie ethos. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 16, 2021
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024