The clouds stood still
but the leaves were all blew
standing in a cool rain
and the blue skies that are bruised
just wait
As the last drops fell from the trees
the sun set blood red
their care be inspiration in nothing
and the puddles silent, dead
are waiting
Bigger than my body
bigger than my soul
what is waiting I just don't
Surrender to the four kings comforts
they can only crawl so long
a shadow soon will pass the corner
cast by a second dawn
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019