Slip out of my shoes, backpack, stuck between the ground and my neck. kamikaze branches falling. Hear the warning of the sirens calling. They're calling us home to safety. So nice to see that the sky is vomiting green.
The animals are trained like humans who are trained as domesticated mammals. I don't know what you mean, I do not understand, I'm absolutely sure you said everything you meant.
And then we stayed our faiths with chains to race in some betting game. It's all right, the faith was ours anyways.
Slip out of my shell, cocoon, maybe I left it too soon. Amniotic memories are fading, been replaced with this endless craving. There's a parasite playground inside us. The more we graze, our fibers just can't retain.
The animals are trained by humans who are trained as domesticated mammals. I don't know what you mean, I do not understand, but I'm absolutely sure you said everything you meant.
And then we stayed our faiths to race in some gambling game. It's all right, the faith was ours anyways.
credits
from Trashed Castles,
released November 12, 2010
Matthew Nemeth - lyrics, vocals
Tim Bredrup - bass, kazoos
Steve Pahl - drums, auxiliary percussion
Charley Bredrup - electric rhythm and lead guitars
The Seoul-based indie pop duo lean deeper into the interplay between dance and emotion on their second album for Beeline Records. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 31, 2023