Buildings growing high where there once were trees
But the birds still fly higher in the breeze
They say that something’s gotta break but I think it will be –
Will be me
Peppermint tea and the smell of wet cat fur
And the sky goes grey and pink and therefore
The rain comes tumbling down and it cleans the streets so easily
And it’s hard to believe its real cause the world seems so damn –
Cruel to me
I stumble in the light to find my way
And when the night comes I’m impatient for the day
And there’s nothing else I can do but spread the word so hopelessly
And if I could break those cages, I’d smash those chains –
They’d all be free
It’s hard to believe that the answers are all there
And it’s hard to believe that we think life’s unfair
And it’s hard to believe that you’re too busy –
And you’re just too damn cool to care
And you’re wrapped up in the image of your golden self –
With your faceless dreams like there’s no one else
And you’re walking down street like you own it all
Like the sounds of machines were your chosen call
To not give a fuck about anything at all
On the gorgeously unsettling new record from Ariahindream, haunting vocal melodies drift through dark, swirling clouds of electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2023