Don’t crown me John Lee Hooker because my/this/our youth’s never earned the blues.
But cover up these words of mine in healthy noise
And call it “free expression” if you may.
As if I/we had something to say, as if we ever had it hard enough to earn the blues.
Dreams don’t come here to die, my friend, it’s even worse:
Most of them come true. So have a break, you deserve one,
Because earning stylish pain is hard labor and we all know that here,
But hell, it looks so damn good on us.
So this is it, this is everything we have to offer.
Where can I find home but here, in healthy noise and singers who never tried to sing?
So let me sing a song for you in spite, a melody stuck in my sore throat,
One more broken chord and I’ll puke it out,
A song for the gladly hopeless with no rhymes for drawn smiles
But with fingers crossed so hard they turned numb and black.
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