Help me sing
All you weary strangers raise your voice
In this chain gang chorus in our younger days
My brothers, we were naive sailors
Storms we'd all endure
Oh the road, oh you who sing her praises of dust and bones
The places that she takes us, the choice is ours
We wanted much more than our fathers
While our mothers said their prayers
Now we're moving on up, to the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie, of the pie
Baby doll
All you women of the travelers, your empty arms
Your patient hearts in waiting, bless your hearts
And your never ending patience
I could not go on without you
We're all the same
All blue and bright white collars, we're all the same
Our troubles and our sorrows and underneath
Blood and bone and mixture
Though we dance to different songs
And your mama's alright, your daddy's alright
They just seem a little bit weird
Oh, surrender
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
Just in time for the holidays, Swansea Sound take a stand against faux music loving technocrats with a punchy pop rock anthem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2022
supported by 15 fans who also own “Our Father's Sons”
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur