hey hey Cymbals crashing
i dunno but the angels are clashing
hey hey its cymbals crashing
the sky it fell
hi hi everybody’s part of the show now
aged and ancient mariners fight and complain
I could be you….
drugs wore off my brain is fine
the tin is smashed violent rain
next time time we’re off
couldn’t help but clashing
the skies that scoffs.
wings that fall breaking
I could be you…
i’m lost with out the wind.
i’m lost with out yr flames.
i’m lost with out my sins.
i’m lost without yr games.
The racket avant-rock/noise group White Suns make is queasy and challenging, but with a taut sense of dynamics and composition. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 19, 2021