It gets easy to forget that you're not really there every time I find one of those pictures you left behind. And I can't count the nights that I awake until dawn hating myself for wishing that I could just move on. I'm searching but dont know where to go to determine I need to feel. Don't even know what emotion I should show.
And I'd trade the world to believe that you were some place better, that you were looking down on me. And when I see you in my dreams, I'm always fucking lying when I say that I'll be OK.
Brothers Rickard and Robert Lindblom expand their angular approach to instrumental noise rock, working in kraut, jazz, and drone. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021