when the wars of tyrants come to bore you
would you seek my throne? i implore you!
velvet chambers burn and gleam
straps and feathers, cold machines
run through the battlefield, you've had enough, had enough
cast down your sword and shield
i called your bluff, i'm sure it's tough (had enough)
when it's time you know where to seek shelter (had enough)
when it's time your sense will surely falter...
when the wars within come to haunt you
veteran of love, i adore you
such forbidden sweet delights
baroness and seasoned knights
run through the battlefield, you've had enough, had enough
cast down your sword and shield
i called your bluff, i'm sure it's tough (had enough)
when it's time you know where to seek shelter (had enough)
when it's time your sense will surely falter...
bandages and soothing salves, ointment on your breasts
drops of life to cure your strife, your payment shall be next
towers stretch high through the clouds in the sky
and they burst into showers of rain
fields of command drowned in corpses of man
and the womenfolk cry out in pain
honor is only for paupers and peasants - you stand in the halls of a king!
tear off your dress and be done with this mess
lets take joy in whatever this spring will bring
This is my second favorite release from eod; track six is my favorite but I love the album as a whole and symbol series excited for more. Eod captures electronic music in a very compositional manner eclectic tones shaking bones Louis D.
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
I see a grip of EOD tracks, I buy. Simple. One of my fav Rephlex alumni holistically homegrown sound & sequence wizards. A lush lord, a 24 speed frisky gear spinner, a hoot and a holler and a warm bass ‘n breaks breakfast in bed bewildering tapestry of sprites and wingdings. A melted, hot-tip prod into a padded gymnasium fashioned with chutes, ladders and inter dimensional strobe foam pits. And there’s a doorman along the way to provide the obligatory steamed towel and mints. Submersible Sanctuary