The fury in your house should have saved me from the debris of my car
and the blood held in my mouth from when my teeth had been knocked out
There’s always static on the end of the line to heaven
So what pain must I endure before you feel like coming down?
Lord, is it true that I am such a waste that I am easy to ignore?
No sermon that I’ve ever sung has ever summoned you, so maybe you’re not there at all.
When I was sick and I was dying, I was alone
It wasn’t empyrean fire guiding my way home
Only the voices of my friends, my mother and my father
You sat in silence, left me crying out for you to take my life
Oh Lord, is it true that I am such a waste that you’re ashamed to show your face
and grant me just a gleam of grace in even your most sacred of spaces?
And if that’s the case then;
How could I know peace?
How could I know peace?
How could I know peace?
How could I know peace?
How could I know peace? (Should I be afraid?)
How could I know peace? (Cos in the end)
How could I know peace? (I know that death will)
How could I know peace? (Greet me as a friend)
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
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
This album is overwhelmingly good. I've been making music for long enough and listened to too much music to not be impressed easily. This album is goosebumps from beginning till end. Completely different realm of existence of good. minerva