I listen to their dull roar
Like L.A. traffic and porn
I wanted to be just like them (x3)
But my reflection is not me
Their whispers are not verbal
Sighs release the text
The river she lulls me
To sleep
With her melodies of crowd and pain
And pain
We are a dying city (x3)
Concentrate
It passes
Quickly
Like smeared colors of poison
This poison is leaking all over
The city
Can hear me
The river she lulls me
To sleep
We are a dying city (x3)
Concentrate (x10)
Crack an egg on your head let the yoke run down (x2)
Stab a knife in your back let the blood rush down (x2)
Spiders crawling up you back spiders crawling down (x2)
Concentrate (x4)
Children are crying
This city is dying
The river is sighing
These people are not me
I wanted to be them
It's not my reflection
It's not me (x4)
Concentrate (x4)
Crack an egg on your head let the yoke run down (x2)
Stab a knife in your back let the blood rush down (x2)
Spiders crawling up you back spiders crawling down (x2)
The music warrior continues her fight for revolution, freedom and critical thought, Erica continues her wondrous works from famous ideologues resulting in musical poetry for the senses. silverwarrior
This retrospective compilation covers the last 25 years of dramatic darkwave from Austrian goth band Whispers in Shadow. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2021
XIXA cull from various strains of Latin music, from Chicha (psychedelic cumbia from Peru) to Tejano, infusing their "mystic desert rock" with a distinct sense of brooding. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 17, 2021
Une fois n'est pas coutume, voilà un visuel qui résume bien l'album. Sombre et fun à la fois, la musique de the FTR est également variée et nous entraîne dans une ambiance en même temps délirante et posée.
Vraiment sympa ! Poesy Rider