She watched the gun while it was still hot
She’s carrying mannequins to practice
And a bag that won’t fit all the things she’ll miss
And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to
In time, no, in time
One walks in, the other's out
Carry your envelopes
You think of things you’ll miss
The sweet stitch of the hem
Won’t keep it above hips
You’ll think of things you’ll miss
And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to relieve her of the mess
I believe in the mess
And I’ll let you hold me down, if you let me feel the weight of your worry
And forget the words you sang, I see the clouds break
And you don’t walk alone, you don't walk alone
You don't walk alone
And I'll let you hold me down
And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to
In time
And I’ll let you hold me down
And I'll let you hold me
You hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me down
Riff-heavy, blown-out garage-punk from the UK's Dez Dare with lyrics aimed at the political forces of division and isolation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019