you ended up at the lake
you forgot it was there
you looked up at the sky
and you breathed in the air
then you looked down at the sand
you coughed in your sleeve
you were lost in it again
it's hard to believe
but you were already dead
you had an arrow through your head
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
you were a saint
and you were a bastard
you were a drunken horse
and you were a hummingbird
and all the urban garbage
it blew through your mind
as you watched big business crumble
in the bloated face of time
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
a blanket of fire on the skyline
a manmade disaster in the smog
you threw your suitcase into the water
and fled to the country w/your guitar and a dog
and it was all for a woman, a picture perfect woman
man, she fit you like a glove
you fell in love
oh, love
oh, love
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
on the day that the city fell
Intelligent lyrics, wicked efficient guitar work from Brian Pennington, and yet another percussive masterpiece from Jim Duffy. This is a post-rock gem from a trio of friends, relatives, bandmates. Soft Jolts
Kris Poulin and Matt Seifert whipping guitar lines and lyrics at each other over more brilliant drum work from Jim Duffy. Fans of Shellac, buckle up. Post-hardcore at its best. Soft Jolts