Given to werewolf fang and tonic water and loose leaf slang
Given to greasy spooners and midnight crooners
Given to stop watchers and catalogue collectors
Given to tarantulae.... that just might bite
Like an ocean that swallows up the shore in the night
Given the sheer size and the prizes divvied up right
It’s a hell of thing to miss out on the call
When the birds is chirping and the bells are ringing
It’s the only thing left from the fall
Given to district lines and one thousand and one nights
Given to Wembley sized gaps between my neighbour and I
Given to math formulae...that just might bite
Like a notion that gobbles up the poor in their prime
Given to the real time and the sizes drawn right
It’s a hell of a way to wait out the time
When it feels like flying but it’s only falling
And the ground is rushing up from behind
Given to the histrionic brine that covers up crime
Given to holy wars and liquid paper stroked over endless scores
Given to stocks and bonds and everything gone
Given the blocks and stocks that just might bite
Like a sofa cushion that swallows up my soul in the night
Given the queer sense that everything has been said
It’s a wonder how we ever got it right
When it works on feeling but it feels like working
We gotta blow it up and head back home
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Riding the line between indie pop and psychedelic folk, the songs on the latest from The Madeleines are as gorgeous as they are mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2022
The Arizona band do right by post-hardcore on their immersive new LP, leavening untempered breakdowns with carefully-measured catharsis. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2018