Bits of styrofoam are littered on the floor
By the box that walked itself through our front door
Automatic operations keep the score
But I still count the choices you choose to ignore
And here on the ground they’ve laid
I see the dark, dark, dark
Foreboding music plays
It’s all pretty stark, pretty stark
A few more shiny scenes of violence for the road
In the golden age of eyeballs bought and sold
I know it’s late but can we please watch just one more?
I think I crave this content just to keep that blue light on
And here on the ground they’ve laid
I see the dark, dark, dark
Foreboding music plays
It’s all pretty stark, pretty stark
I guess nuance is out these days
And it’s just the start
Embedded in spooky haze
I see the dark, dark, the dark
I took the car out to the suburbs for a show
I was playing a birthday party for a precocious three-year-old
Oblivion, take notice! You won’t ever know
The sheer consequence of inheriting this world
And here on the ground we’ve laid
I see the dark, dark, dark, dark
The color the music makes
Is breaking my heart, my heart
And new blood surrounds us babe
And it’s just the start
Welcome to this spooky maze
Where I see the dark
credits
from An Opening,
released February 8, 2019
Sam Cantor - vocals, guitar, synthesizer
Michael Downing - vocals, bass
Colin Drozdoff - Wurlitzer, Hammond organ, piano
Nathan Bojko - drum kit, glockenspiel
Luke Otwell - lap steel guitar
Alex Blomarz - baritone and tenor saxophones
Josh Torrey - trombone
Drew Hansen - trumpet
supported by 4 fans who also own “New Blood (Dark, Dark, Dark)”
Intimate and unique. This album plays well with a bottle of Syrah crunched up in your finest pair of headphones with candles lit in a steamy bubble bath. sig
Written as she was coping with an auto-immune disease, the new EP from Rachel Angel offers hushed, silvery ’50s-style Americana. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2020
supported by 4 fans who also own “New Blood (Dark, Dark, Dark)”
Julie’s songwriting is truly transcendent. There isn’t much music that can touch the level of emotional resonance she is able to reach. She never dumbs down her lyrical sensibilities to increase popularity. The arrangements here are more complex, yet also more ethereal, than those on Not Even Happiness. If there is a perfect album, The Greater Wings may be it. That’s coming from a metal fan. Metallurgical Fire