We listened to The Top for hours
You walking the tightrope and I was the body in the bed
Mirrored in your black eyes I saw the piggy dance
You’re a caterpillar fly away from me
I listened to Faith for a long time
The record needle scratched those songs deep down in me
I was listening for the Holy Hour
With my head sunk in The Funeral Party
The slicked back hair and my despair
Don’t match up with the love affair
You dreamed to have it drove you mad
Just lugging round my body bag
I play the songs like nothing’s wrong
And Robert Smith just sings along
To everything that I have lived
The hopelessness I left you with
There are sick sides to every lie I say
I play The Head on the Door when I start to love you again
I can feel the fear when I celebrate with my friends
In a dissonant harmony we can sing
Without you…
The slicked back hair and my despair
Don’t match up with the love affair
You dreamed to have it drove you mad
Just lugging round my body bag
I play the songs like nothing’s wrong
And Robert Smith just sings along
To everything that I have lived
The hopelessness I left you with
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021
supported by 5 fans who also own “Robert Smith Wishlist”
Apt for a Halloween release under whatever form of lockdown we happen to be in - ambient, witch house, industrial, elusive light waits above the darkness underwater... leonpfields