From the higher ground,
You said I’d lost, lost my way,
And you couldn’t decide on my right,
To know of my passing away.
A picture of derision.
As I’m falling to my knees,
When you reach down and whisper,
“This love is your disease,
And it won’t be this bad, for a long time on”,
Oh gods of the demons,
Gods of the dark, and endless sun.
Stand by your TV and your radio (if free)
Await my Telethon,
And you can give me the reasons why.
And when my fever breaks,
In your cold embrace,
You can give me the reasons why,
For what you do.
Give me the reasons why,
For what you do.
Got no energy to fight,
no calling to stay,
Were you hit as a child of your times,
To reach your altered state?
And all the things you told me,
About your emptiness inside,
How you’re so fearless,
How you can live with all those lies?
And it won’t be this bad,
for a long time on,
But for the deceitful,
Those days of grace have gone.
Stand by your TV and your radio (if free)
Await my Telethon,
And you can give me the reasons why.
And when my fever breaks,
In your cold embrace,
You can give me the reasons why,
For what you do.
Give me the reasons why,
Stand by your TV and your radio (if free)
Await my Telethon,
And you can give me the reasons why.
And when my fever breaks,
In your cold embrace,
You can give me the reasons why,
For what you do.
Give me the reasons why,
For what you do.
An extended burst of funky, chromed-out disco-pop, the London duo's second LP proves they've got the hooks and energy to go the distance. Ba...ndcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2025