A beautiful LIMITED RUN of our first album, "Times Beach!" There was only ever 20 something made of these, and we're down to just these two left. We're never going to make them again, I don't think! Buy these while you can, because when they're gone, they are G O N E...
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lyrics
I pick white flowers in the
garden of my childhood home
Stuck searching for an answer
So I can finally let go
Still haunted by my past
With no future left to show
A wildfire burning through my fleeting shreds of hope
Say that I'll get better
But all I can do is plead
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
I sit and dwell on awful things
Filled with buyer's remorse
For a life likely forgotten
When the inferno runs its course
Nothing seems real anymore
Stuck in phases of a dream
Still begging to wake up
Scorching incandescent screams
Say that I'll get better
But all I can do is plead
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
Life reduced to ashes
Fragments dust to dust
Phases of a nightmare
Begging to wake up
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
credits
from Times Beach,
released March 29, 2019
Lyrics by Anjelica Aquilino
This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019