Memories stand all alone on the seaside
While the whistleblowers stand on the outside
And their twisted tongues are making up new words
For the teachers, the preachers, the stray cats and free birds
Mystic grey winters and cloud covered ceilings
The sobering taste from one sip of your city
A care for your heart is a care for your mind
The aesthetic pleasures become even better with time
One stop do not let your weary heads drop to the side
With one sip of your city, you know when to stay for the ride
Frostbitten forests and broken down buildings
Kerosene laterns to see what good hope brings
Toppled-down tree tops and bed-ridden beasts lay
Beyond brightly lit streets just waiting on new prey
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022