The way the scales are sliding, I'm not getting fixed this year.
So I hold on to my spat upon views, and look around for some truth to appear.
Leave the father figures way behind - daddy figurines doused in wine -
to go running with the cranes of Jersey
late for morning assembly
to greet their queen
in long, lead lines
Lady Liberty sieging Heil
Babylon gets in my eyes
Beat me up against a scaffolding, hit me up when you're done remorsing.
When you do I'll hear you calling me on Radio Codependency
for roleplay beneath Venetian blinds
ID? So long, big dreams of mine... Babylon gets in my eyes!
Who, baby who is your president?
released April 29, 2014
Samuel Öhrn: Drums & percussion
Sara Olsson: Backing vocals
Artwork by Christopher Entzenberg
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