There is a chill, a blast, a scale, a note, the aftermath. We'll put our feelings in the past and to the door we'll beat a path. Even if we arrive too late, it doesn't matter. There are no brakes. So look around, and say, "Oh, great," 'cause all we've ever had is snakes.
We got snakes.
Another locking door? We'll use our limbs. We'll use our force, and if it fails just like before we'll just let nature take its course. I'll slit my eyes, you'll slit your tongue, two animals become one. Above us, wires from rafters hung, but watching us, they're loose. They're gone.
We got snakes. We got snakes, for God's sake. For God's sake, we got snakes.
Feel me coil around your bones, making nests and making homes, emanating glorious tones so now you'll never feel alone. "And so long after I am dead, and your old mournful skin has shed, you will abandon all your dread and simply face the sky," I said.
Feel me coil and wrap myself around, making brand new sounds that shine like gold. Feel my spirit pass through the emergency glass. Feel new life! Feel bold!
credits
from I Can't Wait!,
released October 1, 2009
Music: These Estates
Lyrics: John Cameron
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2024