facing our father with my hands open, hoping holy words will fix whats broken.
we stand and rehearse his drunken service, hoping every verse will serve some purpose.
hope won't be enough to keep us kneeling.
they swear the tap is blessed but the self-ordained, by the self-proclaimed.
they swear this lives a test, while killing in his name and passing down the blame.
(so gracious, though my faithlessness, so invitingly warm)
I'm only what you've handed down, unlearned.
they swear the tap is blessed but the self-ordained, by the self-proclaimed.
they swear this lives a test, while killing in his name and passing down the blame.
our holy days are over.
we are fatherless. for hope, we pray.
ghost, have we met before? I'm unsure which words are yours. I'm unsure.
supported by 13 fans who also own “The altar/The closer”
A darker and more expansive album for an already dark and expansive band. You & I is the aural equivalent of moving through the depths of an empty forest at midnight thrownofan
supported by 11 fans who also own “The altar/The closer”
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