I see your wistful eyes
Denote your tragic plea
Under a thoughtful guise
Rather it's vanity
It's to be expected
Loss of so much perspective
Looking inward from outside
Building what might seem like something meant
For greatness in the end
But, what do you know?
Left in the cold
Does anyone here have the time?
Isn't it silly?
It comes to extremes
When nobodies threaten to crush all the heart and soul
Seems to me like a coup
Like a plan
Like a barrage of gunfire in the faces that don't understand
Image means more than a quality score
Or a lyric that speaks to a million before
Efforts are dropped off the edge of a cliff to shatter
And hopefully cling together with some kind of glue
It's me or it's you
The rat race
It wages in varying stages
Just like animals trapped in our cages
Making our endless and turbulent ways through a wasteland
With no hope of getting our damned music played
Yeah, it's silly
They said it so plain and direct
That you need nothing more than an easy connect
To reel 'em all in
Sounds like a sin
You want to know something?
It isn't as easy as one might expect
Pronounced and distinct rage
Withholding pleasure’s sign
Coming forth an empty page
Resisting thoughts benign
It's so clear, stand right here
Have no fear, insincere
Lost in awe, break the law
Last hurrah, fatal flaw
credits
from Fatal Expectation,
released July 27, 2013
Matt Penco - Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals
Caroline Schneider - Lead Vocals, Lyrics
Kyle Brower - Drums
Dan Miller - Fretless Electric Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016