Shake the bounty from the bags
Like a dog with no tail to wag
We’re all coming up fruitless
Relish the spectacles and
Burning, burning at both ends
til embers fly away to a yawning abyss
They’ve got you tied to their strings
You’re fighting in their ring.
Break your posture
No matter the worries you foster
Having nothing left to prove
that’ll be the crown jewel
We’re all played as the damned fools
Should strive to be less cruel
Throw this technique away
Savor the seconds and
We’re not counting the days
Clear smoke from the haze
They’ve got you tied to their strings
You’re fighting in their ring.
Break your posture
No matter the worries you foster
Sat atop a pedestal
the point of view is so critical
Was it worth all the acclaim?
There’s no way to win their game
Break your posture, no matter the worries you foster.
With guitar work that recalls the highest heights of Polvo, New Lands brings an emo approach to post-punk fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2023