Far behind the trees cowered the sculpture of
humanity in appreciation.
Crowd of silent guys wearing in suits of
moral law, only justify.
Sweet kitties scratching with
claws on the golden wall.
Temptation of anguished
souls tapping on thread.
Were your behaviour societal?
Did you think about things?
That were respectet by superior,
donť be afraid the threads,
so clammy eight-eyes keeper
will be very funny,
so, where the hell are you going?
All confesions so clammy like
threads pass over me.
Solutions can't help you,
don't depend on how far it pass behind.
Were your behaviour societal?
Did you think about things?
That were respectet by superior,
donť be afraid the threads,
so clammy eight-eyes keeper
will be very funny,
so, where the hell are you going?
When your life is slowly gone,
the buildings falling on, fallig in pieces.
When crystal palaces are breaking down,
so where the hell the angels?
- are falling in ... pieces.
With its gradually-unspooling grooves and danceable beats, the debut effort from Swedish psych band Hollow Ship entices with every listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020