Your pulse was an ocean ripple
It hit like a tidal wave
Held under holy water
Bones waterlogged for days
Well I can feel you here, where
Placed within a frame
Time gave you the courage
To reinvent your name, but
What will come of me now?
What will come of us?
If death'll steal the decent
What will be left in my dust?
As a boy, I breathed fire
As a man, I cough up smoke
Hold my place in the choir
Sing my prayers to a dial tone
What’s my legacy? Are my bones worth no weight in gold?
What’s left of me is a question I can’t hold down:
Who’s last to say my name?
The seeds have been sown
No chance of escaping
No chance to atone
Just endlessly waiting
For light to break through
As a boy, I breathed fire
As a man, I cough up smoke
Hold my place in the choir
Sing my prayers to a dial tone
What’s my legacy? Are my bones worth no weight in gold?
What’s left of me is a question I can’t hold
Elements of post-punk, psychedelia, and noise sneak their way into these thoughtful, energetic tunes. One thing's for sure: these dudes know how to bring the ruckus. Goodbye Tiger