The morning hour is always raining
a thousand faces like a river of dreams
the faces in the crowd, follow a trend
grey bleached faces fraying at the seams
the underground city needs a friend
We forget who we are, go running in the past
if we want to get there got to slow down fast
in a tower of power I gaze at Mona Lisa
she's dying by the hour, leaning like a Pizza
got to pass this phase, leave the maze
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
show us a new way
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
BRING ON THE NEW DAY
Another action replay, today's the same
your face in the crowd
never makes a sound
go to work on a train, play the game
we fly so high, till we hit the ground
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
show us a new way
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
BRING ON THE NEW DAY
We talk around the facts of living on air
the world is square and nobody cares
we run around in circles going nowhere
but the dream is real if we'd only dare
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
show us a new way
TEAR it UP, START AGAIN
(THESE DAYS it'S A CLICHE)
BRING ON THE NEW DAY
I flew to the moon on a one-way trip
just to shine like the shooting stars
get me back soon to the mothership
or the next rocket going to mars
On this harmonically rich LP, the Scottish singer-songwriter contrasts gorgeous soprano harmonies with strident folk-rock instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 26, 2023
Industrial textures and vocals with a hint of gothic melodrama come together on tAngerinecAt''s latest trip to the dark side. Bandcamp New & Notable May 3, 2022