Time takes care of itself and no one else
No tarot cards or spells
Bring tides on tideless sand or cleanse the sea or breathe the earth
Or give us washed-out land
But we'll demand it
You remain
Taste the fruit of smoke, breathe next summer's flame
It had to be a joke for them to play their game
Carbon's cool
Here's what's in store for you
We told you so
And now you know
We can't save anything anymore
Never asked these questions
But we demand these answers now
Fires, floods & hurricanes for everybody else
We'll live in the now
I remain
Too much smoke to breathe
Can't turn down the heat
Bathe in plastic shreds
Not quite as good as dead
Carbon's cool
It's what's in store for you
Burning down the trees, blowing back the leaves
The water's always hot, the presents always bought
The blood is on your hands, it don't matter, got the land
Build another Earth, it's in your net worth
Rich man, poor man, drink from the oil can
Faster, faster, if you do it fast you can
Stay richer richer than this little brown man now take a stand
Time to take your burning kingdom with your grubby hands
Trying just to breathe and I can't turn down the heat...
uh, i definitely don't know anyone in this band, yep. surf rock with a touch of 50s sci-fi weirdness. i hated instrumental music until this grabbed me by the ass and i loved it Throw No Stereo
Balancing hooks and abrasion, the debut from Berlin punks Rouge features springy synths, snappy percussion, and insouciant vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 3, 2022