I took time for your ethos
Collapsed in your naked eyes
Like spying new evils.
New words won't cover
Your status now.
Suit 'em up
To knock 'em down
Pull 'em up
Stand your ground
You're unique poise
Markets the sound
Shill for the feeling
of laybuying crowns
Your new seers are all fucking high
They still think 'bout the greens
The fumes out west speak with your chest
And out of the scene
Encourage no feeling
We're all tired of dying
For crumbs of the crop
What they won't give
So let's just take
What the fuck we want lets go
Rich pricks frayed and out in the cold
Put three pence up to knuckles of gold
All I need is one try
One try.
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023