As much as we want to
You cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake
with the death of truth
no bees - no honey
and all the suits
are counting their money
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
neon signs and corrupted dreams
just two burning houses wrapped up in greed
and we’re left to die here alone in the weeds
in some faded dream of a dying regime
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
as the pale blue light
transfixes on me I see
our new god is living
in all of our hand held screens
the pixels reprogram
and cut into me
all the colors bleed
between gold and disease
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
the blinding light
a final high
until there’s nothing left
except the TV’S eye
no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze
no country to save
just this arm chair grave
no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze
As much you want to
I cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake
It plunges me into an abyss of sound that's both harrowingly dark and profound, a sonic deepness that swallows light and breathes out an engulfing, cathartic darkness. lecassette8
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay