I am a ruin, ancient, dated
Fell too close to the end of the rope
Now I’m missing, overgrown
What if you’re frozen and I’m not there
To talk it out, thaw you out anymore
Your golden hammer took its final bow and spit you out
And I don’t know what to sing
Say, hey it keeps coming around
I keep turning my back on this city and I won’t change
You are blooming, poison azalea
Fell too close to the end of your rope
Now I’m wasted, unknown
The tide is rolling and they’re coming with torches
So burn out their retinas, rally supporters (support us)
And get your cameras and catch the reaction, no satisfaction
You don’t know what to sing
But it’s coming around
I keep turning my back on this city and I won’t change
It keeps coming around 3x
And I can’t sit
I was crawling for weeks
I kept hurting my back and now I can’t sit down
Got these aches in my arms and my legs still shake
And now I can’t sit down
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And now I can’t sit down
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And now I kiss it down
It keeps coming around
I keep turning my back on this city and it’s okay
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
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020