Somewhere the winds begin to change
Into the echoes of the past
Somewhere the mountains start to rise
to find their own way to survive
My senses call without temptation
sweeping everything away
Freeing the sea of understanding
In your mind it's still a dream
What if I began to shatter
Will the pieces say it's there?
My everlasting sense of downfall
to travel with me to their grave
Down in the river what will I see
The broken, now dead, are following me
I swim through the valley of blackened mist
I fade through the bridges on the list for their feast
The moon and the stars are collecting my past
a dry blooded giant has come here at last
Can you guide your ship through unknown waters?
Can you be proud of your pale and holy fathers?
Swimming in my sea of blue sky
as he walked beside me
The one to create my lies
Painting across my fields of green grass
as he swam beside me
The one to opiate my pain
My senses call without temptation
they are only here to stay
freeing the sea of understanding
in your mind it's still a dream
Down in the river what did I see
the broken now dead have blacked out on me
supported by 4 fans who also own “Monuments speak”
Earthy, jammy progressive rock with thick, chewy guitars and tasty organs. The music is loose and drawn out but rarely loses itself. Just a really vibin' listen. impressivelad
supported by 4 fans who also own “Monuments speak”
My favourite Dublin band. Heavy as a mountain but so much more than that. They'll beat your face in with unrepentant doom riffs then change tempos and styles into a blues/jazz jam then return to their heavy psychedelic doom grooves when you least expect it. Sublime. Sid Daly