A million soulless soldiers in desert snow
Ten million fingers grasping- what they don't know
And if I end it now they will not be released
'Cause if I end it now they'll see it on t.v.
And I feel like a saint...
Cacophonous strings they wail
Limitless inventions set sail
Feeding monkeys at the zoo
Reflect the soulless eyes of you
A million needles piercing setting sun
Two million forearms flexing- getting it done
And if I end it now there will not be relief
'Cause if I end it now my needles lose their teeth
And I feel like a saint...
I see the space station on fire
A woodless, airless funeral pyre
Where will you run when the pieces fall?
You dusty altar's grown too tall
And I feel like a saint...
Breathe it in, it's the air of the saint...
This surprise album from the New York alternative band is an archival collection of previously unreleased recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2020
The long-awaited new record from Woods feels like a stereophonic dream full of whimsical instrumentation and good vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020