On any day
Each and every day the world’s a lottery
Billions left to make
Something of the prejudice and poverty
Where on the left are fake flights of fancy framed in ideology
Alongside fear and hate
Monetised, a lie as old as Man
Though we face the dawn
From atop the wall
When borderlines are drawn
You can’t delay the fall
And it takes
Everything we are and makes us enemies
Thunderous its praise
Resounds inside the echo chamber endlessly
And all is swept away
Reason surfs a tide of agnotology
Voices call to wake
But wilfully we slumber on, untrue
Though we face the dawn
From atop the wall
When borderlines are drawn
You can’t delay the fall
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2024