Love, I can't see my fate
And this world
it is swimming in disdain
So, love, here's to shame
and the tattered, broken children
who will play
in torrential rains.
Love, the truth remains
And this world
it it spinning out to space
So, love, a toast to fate
For there is nothing in this world
to stop the pain
of torrential rain.
This just has some great vibes all around - from the energy of 56th Floor and Symphony of the ironic sympathy to the gentle, laid back Soul Keeper - it’s worth the time to listen to it all. potaytoes
A pair of revved-up songs from the L.A. group Cuffed Up with the snarl of punk and the noisiness of vintage Sonic Youth. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2019