Dear committee of plastic bags, listen to my words!
I won’t distract you long enough from the impending doom
Of dirty numbers on clean white paper,
(I just demand the one thing you’re really good at:) Silence amongst the herd.
(So please mark my words for we’re singing from the same sheet, you just don’t know it yet.)
Oh, I only came to ask: Are you happy here?
Pills and healers and holy men, did they save your soul today?
Did the holy men give you a reason to stay here?
When was the last time you felt like changing weather?
Oh, Machiavelli would be so proud of you while Debord is turning in his grave.
Replace “they” with “we”.
It’s almost as if your god and your devil came to an understanding to lay down their weapons
And leave you lost and alone.
Nothing matters unless you want it to. Nothing’s pointless unless you want it to.
So please let us not hope, let us know, let us know for sure (that):
Everything we do is politics, every move is a dance, every word is poetry, every sound is a song.
These are my famous last words (this is my farewell),
I’ll see you all in hell if we’re not already there.*
*Nur um Missverständnissen vorzubeugen: Es gibt nichts wofür es sich lohnt zu sterben. Genauso wenig löst der Tod irgendwelche Probleme.
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