So this is how it ends, this is what’s left after the last sad song is sung, we’ve come full circle.
Now the joke’s been told, have your laugh now,
Laugh as hard as you want to, this one’s on me. But the story’s always sadder after I told it,
So burn these notes.
So forget these words you heard from me
Because I forgot what I wanted to say in the first place about five songs ago.
But remember that pity-parties are best held when you’re alone.
So if cynicism really is the loneliest kind of anger,
You can have your laugh now because the human animal is not nature’s favored son,
Put that out of your mind,
We’re more like peace and doubt, like her wedding dress and the rain,
We’re more like the desperate dreamer and the joyful pessimist,
Like the sad guy and his funny shirt.
We’re more like…
(We’re more like marvelous plans and the missing link between our words and our actions)
We’re more like the tragic death of humor and the stone-cold irony of it all,
We’re more like…
We’re more like…
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021