I strain to remember all the words pushed through.
It’s getting harder still to recall the thoughts of my careless friend who told a story left untrue
And here’s the joke, now all I can think is bring back the day
When we all spoke the truth and died for one more thing to say.
They said, ‘Bring back the day,
For one more thing to say.’
Moonlighting with the legion, I pass the site of every failure,
Glory’s flower dull and planted by the score,
But it’s not meant for me,
The beach a heart of stone,
Nowhere to tread, no soldiers anymore…
…where we all spoke the truth and died for one more thing to say.
They said, ‘Bring back the day,
For one more thing to say.’
Un savant mélange du King crimson de la période Construktion of light, avec du Magma, du krautrock des 70's et une pointe de rock psyché des 60's. Un album qui fait tourner la tête ! Poesy Rider
The Paranoyds swirl together new wave, alt-rock, and an ultra blasé attitude on their new full-length and first for Third Man Records. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 30, 2022