1. |
Peripeteia
03:19
|
|||
|
Peripeteia
Now its time to fix me
Now is time to fix my head
These are dangerous days
and you will never watch me fail
You’ll get your commission
Cause I will pay my dues
You will get what you’ve asked for
It just depends on you
Future-now, and I’ve told you so (x2)
Wont let you waste me (x3)
There’s no future,no future for you..
There’s no way out now
There’s no escape
There’s no competition
cause you’ve already failed
You might remind me, but you won’t understand
You might remind yourself that this is the end
Future now, and I’ve told you so (x2)
Wont let you waste me (x3)
There’s no future, no future for you
|
||||
2. |
Evil Eyes
02:37
|
|||
|
Evil Eyes
Never ever listen to what people say
Forming false opinions every other day
Looks are your charm, and they don’t last
In the end you’re used - your time has passed
There are words to describe what you hide
but I would rather not waste my time
My mind that you filled with lies
you’re sick - so sick
Every time you feel its dramatized
It’s been a long time been a long time
and now I realize (x2)
you got evil eyes
You say all things happen for some reason
that’s your reasoning-reasoning
Been 3 or 4 years and I still don’t know what that is
I can still remember all the words that you spoke to me
My words don’t lie as your memory dies
so I write it down for memory
My mind that you filled with lies
you’re sick - so sick
Everything you feel is dramatized
Its been a long time, been a long time
and now I realize (x2)
you got evil eyes
|
||||
If you like No More Art, you may also like:
Colossally good New Wave out of Portland, with the nerviness of Kleenex poured into hooky pop songs.
go to album
Spetters / RA!D
by Spetters & RA!D
A terrific split cassette from two promising young indie bands, this is one part melody, one part fury.
go to album
Workout / Dead As Disco
by Hearts and Rockets
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rockets—icy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer.
go to album
Rays’ post-punk explorations of existential dread hang together effortlessly.
go to album
Raw experimental punk noisy enough to peel paint off the basement walls.
go to album
Jagged post-punk from Sydney captures the sound of the ’70s in its acute angled guitars and detacted vocals.
go to album
Revved-up and totally askew post-punk from Buffalo’s Ismatic Guru, with guitars that corkscrew like mad.
go to album
