You always say
‘The feeling will come & go’
But I don’t have the time to work this out
A peaceful cave
A temple of melting snow
Where I don’t have enough to work this out
Hearsay, echoes
It’s nothing but projected shadows
Crawling up the walls
Coming above, as below
And the TV’s on
Laughter always sounds the same
In an empty house
All my love in a microwave
Come & waste away
Let our souls all pixelate
With our hearts vacuums
Swelling static fills the space
Between what I want
And need, all I know now
Is that there’s something I’ve been missing
Shrouded in a layer of irony
Spare all doublespoken eulogy
My couch is a crucifix
So it goes
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We’re all just wasting time
With the TV on
Laughter always sounds the same
In an empty house
All my love in a microwave
Come & waste away
Let our souls all pixelate
With our hearts vacuums
Swelling static fills the space
Between what I want & need
What I fight & feed
Swollen hands that bleed
Of all the stories, of all the lies I tell myself
We’re all just liars (with nothing to show)
We’re all just liars (with nothing to show)
We’re all just liars, a silent chorus of nothing but woe
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