There's a gun where your mouth used to be,
There's a heart in the cross of a "T",
Silence is difficult.
What was land's now confused with what's time,
It's not yours and I'm searching for mine,
Resigning what I hold.
Who are you?
Who are you to say that it wouldn't work?
Apologies are coming first,
Before we throw away those arms.
Where were we?
Where were we when we said that it wouldn't last?
Isolation is coming fast,
Hugging me with all four walls, oh.
I'm dried up and belong in a sea,
We're all brands with a filter disease,
Designing what's exposed.
Chemicals are produced to survive,
I'm erased, just a glimpse in your mind,
Resigning what's unknown.
Who are you?
Who are you to say that it wouldn't work?
Apologies are coming first,
Before we throw away those arms.
Where were we?
Where were we when we said that it wouldn't last?
Isolation is coming fast,
Hugging me with all four walls, oh.
Hugging me with all four walls, oh.
credits
from Back Seat Driver LP,
released April 10, 2018
Written, produced, recorded and arranged by Erica von Trapp
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
From Portugal comes this wild and contemporary take on fado, centering the style’s longing qualities against surging electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023