Sentiment, manipulation bites right through the core, you look just like a wreck you wise benighted whore
Say not what you want to, sacrificial feel good, the Ant Hill Kids can hear you, wish your day would come
Stuck inside your own head, stuck inside your own world, smile ear to ear, rip it limb from limb
Say not what you want to, sacrificial feel good, the Ant Hill Kids can hear you, wish your day would come
Frog inside the water reaching for the strings and Sunday Bloody Sunday, wish your day would come
Wish your day would come…
The promises and ignorance, the battle cry you live in bliss, cattle prod upon your legs ripping through your skin. Where will you lead us? You’re damned to repeat it, still you wait wish your day would come…
Baltimore indie-rock duo Wye Oak explore the thrills and fears of new romance in this dreamy, saxophone-flecked indie jam. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 22, 2020