I'm the secret you forgot to keep
You're the cobweb I forgot to sweep
While the corner radiator weeps, you are looking on
There are lamp-posts sagging on the lawn
Steps for the homeless to carry on
The trial awaits, but the jury's gone and the scaffold's falling down
So pray to me and I'll pray to you
Because God's on a weekend rendezvous
Sing a hymn to Rosemary's cross
And we'll never be empty again
Shrines to love were hastily built
With mortar the bricklayer soaked in guilt
The price was reduced but we both felt what we saved we could invest
You abandoned post so I followed suit
I fell in love with a new pursuit
I thought it was my old friend Truth, but she vanished long ago
So pray to me and I'll pray to you
Because God's on a weekend rendezvous
Sing a hymn to Rosemary's cross
And we'll never be empty again
Stay with me and I'll stay with you
Time has mangled what we understood
Was undeniably absolute
I can give up my grip on my youth
And fill our room with all our ruins
We'll never be empty again
We'll never be hungry again
But we'll always be needing something
The Swiss quartet's strongest release yet. Two tracks of assertive post-punk with primitive garage beats and and spaced-out synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2018