We stood ‘till the last on the spine of old gods
We found no regret from outside of ourselves
We fell in the dark
In that ruined hall
My nature revealed me
What’s the reason to explore
We stood ‘till the last As we tore away the mold
It’s the driest words- it’s the little death
It’s still the same for what it meant
For those wounded words
What’s the reason to explore
I’m unravelling at the seams
You couldn’t see past our last days
When you discovered joy
When you broke apart when we fell out
you couldn’t bear it
Those wounded words
you couldn’t bear it
We stood ‘till the last as we tore away the mold
It’s the driest words- it’s the little death
We fell in the dark
In that ruined hall
My nature revealed me
When you discovered joy
For those wounded words
What’s the reason to explore
Those wounded words
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
A revved-up reinterpretation of traditional Portuguese music, exploring various folkways through the lenses of jazz, pop, and electronic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024
Self-producing for the first time, the Minneapolis band create a fully rounded vision of their whimsical indie dance music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2024
This creative San Francisco guitar band melds trip hop, krautrock, My Bloody Valentine-esque noise, and jangle pop hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2024