The screen left me naïve, and I won’t pretend
I’m along with new politics – I’m none the wiser for it
The big issue is up, and it’s like a disease
Deranged your values must be, with no-one left to please
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
That doesn’t leave me much to say
You’ve never been more awake, behind those weary eyes
What makes a dream seem more real, than when you’re running from it?
You might be holding fast, but not fast enough
Create a space enough, or your mind might catch up
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
Psyche, sickened by formless formaldehyde
You’ve surely lost the touch with which you held your pride
Just stop this now, and start again
Keepsakes enamoured; a twisted, contoured view of the truth
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
French band flesh out the straightforward thrills of house music with rich tones and dynamic arrangements flecked with jazz, funk, and soul. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024