Dirt covers this earthling
And I’m searching for more on the ground
Cause the world where you’re supposed to be perfect
Is worthless in the forest I found
Though I should be rolling
And controlling the highs and the lows
When I roam through the garden I’m growing
I’m just hoping that someone will show
Sun, why are my eyes closed now?
Sun, why are my eyes closed?
They’re always closed now
I see the shadow inside me
It’s been hiding and waiting for light
But it’s grey outside
I need the universe bright and shining
To find me a beautiful life
But I am going backwards
And I am slowing faster now
Sun, why are my eyes closed now?
Sun, why are my eyes closed?
They’re always closed now
All I want is to wake up to something new
And find you finally hiding in my room
To pull me from these roots
Into the
Sun, why are my eyes closed now?
Sun, why are my eyes closed?
They’re always closed now
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
A concise little EP on a barebones vinyl. This album touched me very differently than their previous works; I was in a different space, but it also doesn't seem to lean so heavily on ideas about relationships, breakups, and loneliness (returning to those notably in a cover of Cher's "Believe" as the closing track). Guest Room, the title track, deals with death, aging, and adult responsibilities, which are ideas much more close to me. jammingdevice
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024
More feel-good indie from Brooklyn's A Great Big Pile of Leaves, all bristling guitar tones and expansive choruses. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 18, 2021
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs