These days, I feel so drained
just being someone, someone’s something
All the time
I can’t stand your speeches, all dyed bible black
To take a step away, from the tarpit
Above the trees, the city lights
I’ll think of you and me, and God maybe
Fields of gold, fields of gold, carry me to sea
Along the shores of Sweden
Where the rye is high
And the bread as black
As a miner’s hands
And no one knows my name
No one knows my name
Sick and tired, of keeping up with
Who is on whose side, and who’s to blame
I need something to wash
The insomnia off
Above the land
The northern sky
I need the silence
I need the calm
Above the land
Just you and I
I need the silence
I need the calm
Fields of gold, fields of gold, carry me to sea
Along the shores of Sweden
Where the rye is high
And the bread as black
As a miner’s hands
And no one knows my name
No one knows my name
These ballisticaly loaded tunes purposely deny a certain closure that is intended to keep one hitting the replay button. Well played Smirk, well played. jfpOne23
I know it's an obscure reference, but the singer reminds me of Anneke van Giersbergen from the Gathering. The singer of Romero is a highlight of the band's sound, and the power-pop tunes are driven by her. Looking forward to future releases of this band. Bart
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2020
Three songs from this raucous New Zealand group that prove punk still has teeth and isn’t afraid to lunge and bite. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2019