Voice a cold filter
I’m trying to sing
But it’s empty, cos I’m empty
I once walked to the very end, to a moss covered heaven
I found a giant and tried to break him to teach ‘em a lesson
Cos loss, sour hate, is the thing that I taste when I’ve run out of reason Summer’s so far and the sun slips along like a promise to return
Voice a cold filter
I’m trying to sing
But it’s empty, cos I’m empty
Everything I love has sunk to the bottom
And it’s reaching out for you
If I dance around questions, walk through walls, Start painting in blue
Just know that I’m trying
Know that I’m trying
Know that I’m trying
I’m trying
I sense your hands on the back of my neck Like a promise to keep me
I promise I’m happy
I sense your hands on the back of my neck Like a promise to keep me
Promise I’m happy
Shoegaze ist die Kunst des Dröhnens, doch „Everything Is Alive“ setzt diese Elemente nur sparsam ein. Statt Hall- und Zerr-Sounds aufzutürmen, schäumt die Musik in feinen Bläschen über.
https://tortue.substack.com/i/140348114/slowdive-everything-is-alive-dead-oceans Daniel Welsch
Alvvays has always been great, but with this album they took it to the next level. Every one of these songs is lodged in my brain now, permanently (in a good way). s. moxley