We fled to the river on our funeral day, naked in our self-defeat.
Uprooted all the flowers, we burned the clothes we couldn’t take
We threw our bodies to the rocks below and prayed to God
but God looked the other way
There’s a pill at the bottom that we swallow every day
And our love is an orphanage where the children have no names
As I pulled you out from the water, reborn in the mud
I died in the bloom of nothing sacred
I opened my arms and painted you and me as crooked shapes.
The final touch; I ate my heart out ’til my stomach ached
Perched on the tip of your tongue yet still I want the taste when you say,
“Oh, inevitable doom!”
Such beautiful gloom
My infinite you
Our infinite blue.
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Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021