The bees in my chest
Will not go to rest
Hexagonal walls
Heart is a honey soaked ball
I feel their buzz in my breath
(I) think they'll buzz me to death
I need air in my lungs
So I guess that I'll, guess that I'll, guess that I'll run
I've got snow on my bones
And crystal marrow
Permafrosted to sheets
No circulation to feet
But I want to move
So I have something to do
And I love the sun
So I think that I'll, think that I'll, think that I'll run
I don't eat enough
It effects how I fuck
Skin grows tight to the bone
Till' my ribs are exposed
Feet are blistered and sore
Friction I can endure
Cus it shows everyone
How much that I, much that I, much that I
RUN
Gaunt cheeks under eyes
That watch for the flies
Who brood around noon
And lay eggs in my wounds
I can try and explain it
In my worn our Asics
You can ask if I'm done
But you know that I'll run...
Takes me back to my high school classroom during the days of binging Inio Asano's old manga scanlations before anything was licensed. At that time, I was discovering many kinds of Asian shoegaze, but I've never heard anything like this. Makes me think of Pasteboard, Supecar, and Midnight Pingpong a bit, and it's funny bc the first two I listen have blue album covers too. Lu
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rocketsâicy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2020
BRUIT fait partie de ces groupes qui se dĂŠcouvrent surtout en live.
Une claque de tous les instants, Ă chaque mesure.
Du son des cordes magnifiques Ă la guitare qui nous enrobe, le voyage est exceptionnel et en vaut la chandelle.
Merci encore đ kevinoudard