[He was a thing of dull concrete, forever falling nowhere. Swiftly, like a bullet, like a pebble, like an iron weight. The stars closed in. Now, all the voices were fading into farthest space. The voices faded, and now all of space was silent]
No use holding onto lead balloons
Refuse selling self to void the truth
I'm spinning out confused
But I know we're not through
I know somewhere there I lost my way
Under mental slumber far away
I swore I had learned
And still I yearn for you
One more day is one more
Chance to say what I want
Biding my time
I keep telling myself
While my life's on the shelf
Give it a wave
Goodbye
Lightless ocean let me down again
One more week is wasted by my hand
I'm stoic as best as I know
But I'm not made of stone
Another day
Another chance to say what I'm not gonna
Abdicate my self-control and I
Dream another dreamless sleep
The time is gone and I'm in too deep
And I will always wonder where the other road went
A parallel universe, a parallel self
I scan with vacancy
Ruin of mine
I swear it couldn't be
My grand design
(it's too late it's too late it's too late)
And I will always wonder where the other road went
A parallel universe, a parallel self
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023