We're Your Age was printed on recycled materials by Bellwether Manufacturing. It includes a double-sided fold-out "mini-poster" and you will also receive a sticker. HANDMADE LYRICS BOOKS ARE NO MORE!! We're Your Age is Anti-Swag Fiend Party's first full-length release and has 12 tracks.
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lyrics
It was a war to restore my brother’s pride with my brave Argives by my side. Many laid siege and many died, but our cunning and our gods helped turn the tide with Odysseus’ wit and Poseidon’s power, a Mycenaean gift, an equine tower. Despite Cassandra’s cries and Laoccon’s glowers, all Troy was taken in the twilight hours. And that morrow saw a red sun rise, while the city died away fled the wise. Yes, a love was lost, but revenge was found. We burned their city to the ground. Now after years and years of war and strife and witnessing the loss of many a Greek life, I may finally return to my ruler’s right and at long last my loving wife. Ten years it’s been since I’ve glimpsed this place, but something seems different about her face. I’m certain it’s only my weary mind. Perhaps a long soak will help it unwind. But a decade estranged had left my wife sour and nurtured in her an unsavory flower, for as I lay in that bath that would be my last. Another lost to dead love I took my last gasp.
What's this I see? Greek heroic entity? A paladin, a champion, led Acheans to victory. Doth he not intrude? Be he here to cross the styx with me? So is my duty, but is he worthy? You found a knife in your back, but was there coin within your mouth? Has disrespect from a spouse left you lone, robbed and south? No plee, no bribe, nor a thousand tears would sway me to otherwise leave you to a walk of a long thousand years. I stand in control, Agamemnon, the king. Luck leaves you dead, as I give naught to the living, the non-decaying, the standing and breathing, the ones that wonder if death is winning. It will cost you little but still cost you at all. Your soul still waits, demise was just a fall. Death is for each, but you must pass to rest peacefully. The most powerful ferryman, I am Charon, awaiting your fee.
A duo of weirdos split across Bloomington, IN and Helsinki, Finland. We Stay squiddy. We don't feed our gremlins after midnight. And we keep our swag the hell off.
Pointed, topical lyrics and bright musicianship; a resonant collection of electronic, soul, hip-hop, rock and dance. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2018
