I earn my birthrights as time allows
Swallow my purpose just to spit it out
The young are dying so much older now
I’m losing sympathy and common ground
Fearing
Lying gets you nowhere
Fawning over every rotting remain
Fear of my salvation
Dislocation
Every lifetime the same
I’m saving my compassion
For a time when I’ve got nothing to say
If lying gets you nowhere…
Pull me under
Peel this distance away.
So sheltered from the cause of my concern
I’d renegotiate all lessons learnt
But the finer point is:
You should have turned out more like what we paid for.
credits
from Pareidolia,
released June 21, 2019
Written, recorded and mixed by James
Mastered by Mark Gittins at Megatone Studios
Drums by Junior Laidley
All material copyright Mutes 2019. All rights reserved. All unauthorised use is prohibited.
Roiling dancefloor post-punk. a chance to get down for those who feel alienated by the social patterns of modern culture. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 1, 2017