First self-awareness, naivety, youth, belief, hope.
lyrics
Running silent, chasing in our sleep.
Lucid, dreaming of reality.
Laying, quietly burned the bridge
You seek you, beyond your own mortality.
When the air returns a shake,
And the clouds begin to cry,
When the tide is only moments from the shore….
And the birds begin to quake,
And the earth, it breathes a sigh,
All together now, we fight for:
You, yourselves, for me, and ours,
For us, it's time!
We can make it more!
Life's come ashore!
We can make it more!
Build it up, fall down the line.
Have a little piece of mine.
Expropriate these machines that grind.
Use them. Honor precious time.
We can make it more!
Life's come ashore!
We can make it more!
Build it up, walk off the line.
Have a ladle=Peace of mind!
Expropriate the machines that bind
Us to them, our precious
Time is something we never seem to have.
Time is slipping off the beaten path.
Sometimes running, other times on pause.
Crawling sideways, coming to the cause.
Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024