Blame it on the kid, he don't even know what he did. He stays up at night. He don't wanna fight even when he knows that he's right, he stays up at night. An empty canvas, eyes transfixed he stares at the wall. And in his weighted soul, people don't matter at all.
Time ticks ever faster lately, time ticks faster everyday. Time ticks every faster lately, still I only hear you say
Blame it on the right, they don't even know what to write, they just wanna fight. And blame it on the wrong, 'cos they've got nothing left in their chest, they just sing along.
He stays awake and thinks of it all. He stays up nights and stares at the wall.
Late that night we traveled back through space in time, we found a loophole. Ancient relic, psychedelic, round about and ready to blow.
The Brooklyn duo bring a host of influences—everything from classical to folk to bluegrass—to their churning post-rock. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 24, 2017