This is the set!
The ship to the cap
You pulling out your cheque
Put your fists on the map
You came up wanting more
Pulled up through the mass
Rather have the means
The bull to your gassed out masters
Spin in place fuck your grace don't test
Don't want your money nor your blue blood cred
Watch where you step cheap tie round your neck
Go pull your bootstraps up like check
Call you up til you feel that check
Press the suit let it go to your head
The model male til ya end up dead
Don't stray off your mark.
One snap, your gold in my lap
You out here granting wishes put these issues on my back
Seen through your morals, your stance in the black
Like honest enemies, put knives in my sight like that.
Run to your digitised space
Don't think that's what you were forgetting
Can't break animal pace
Do what you want, steel boot to the head
Whitey wants his Ket trade back
50g streams and a fresh new pack
Plug your contact for a pat on the back
Sipping tea, on your porch with the mug on my lap
I thought you valued the humble
Or did you need some more space?
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