1. |
Bone Apple Tea
03:16
|
|||
|
tear out the binding glue it back again you were raised to believe tradition was your friend trigger the vegans burn the fascists y’all are dirt yeah get over it well i just stubbed my toe and it made me think of you someday maybe you’ll get an internet quote tattoo pride is a sin yeah you’re going to hell swallow my doubt turn it inside out find out you’re just a copy of everyone else a curious case an epidemic what’ll it take to realize your life ain’t worth shit a curious case ‘cause you’re common as spit there’s no road through the woods and this joke is wearing thin you say tomato and i say tomato but i want credit for saying it first when every outcome comes down to income how are we supposed to be the future if there won’t be one a curious case an epidemic what’ll it take to realize your life ain’t worth shit a curious case ‘cause you’re common as spit there’s no road through the woods and this joke is wearing thin a curious case there’s no road through the woods and this joke is wearing thin
|
||||
2. |
Yeah Ok Ozymandias
04:12
|
|||
|
your heaven is a hell of a place we smashed the mirrors so that you can save face we assume false names live in the rabbithole gluttons for punishment sucking marrow from our bones where life and death have all but eloped honor? dignity? yeah we slit their throats dust’s the only truth but lately it’s all lies heard echoes of daylight crawling through the pipes but the worst fear of all is peaking around the brink in the stillness the quiet you can almost hear yourself think your heaven is a hell of a place we smashed the mirrors so that you can save face and you a small bird who won’t see the glass how much time do we have could we ever make it back and oh god to admit that we’re alive tastes worse than the stale flesh we’re trying to break down inside the slow reveal: our hunger will never be satisfied clinging to a dream we thought we would buy on rodeo drive but the owner was at least secondhand at best a keen sense of entitlement destiny manifest there’s so little to pack but there’s nowhere further west down here we all gave up we knew there was nothing left they’ll use our blood to paint pretty pictures a coloring book in the heart of their scripture luminol truth 2D time is a hoax thomasson man there’s no plan your heaven is a hell of a place we smashed the mirrors so that you can save face and you a small bird who won’t see the glass how much time do we have could we ever make it back mankind will fall entropy is king so let’s bump limp bizkit in your sister’s honda civic hard to shake the feeling that we’re invinceable we will live forever how much time do we have could we ever make it back
|
||||
3. |
Jinn & Juice
04:10
|
|||
|
frozen bereft of all light there’ll be no sleep tonight it’s like the darkness came alive are they breathing the same air as I shut up don’t move they’re always here at night they’re already inside try to swim out of the dark but that’s when the buzzing starts curious or virulent? am i a rat in their experiment? shut up don’t move they’re always here at night they’re already inside wake up shut up don’t move maybe i ought to say hello and get to know them better who knows? someday they could be my good friends we’ll reminisce laugh about horse girls and have a beer or two maybe they’re just fleeing their nightmare too who’s haunting you? they’re always here at night they’re already inside
|
||||
4. |
||||
5. |
||||
6. |
||||
7. |
||||
8. |
||||
The Warhorse Los Angeles, California
gluten-free skidrokyo synthpunk.
for commissions, collaborations, and cocktail parties: killxallxmusic@gmail.com
The Warhorse recommends:
If you like The Warhorse, you may also like:
UPGRADE
by Watch Out For Snakes
supported by 18 fans who also own “Bone Apple Tea (Maxi-Single)”
These synthy chip-tunes will pilot you to Absolute Elation. I listen to both Congestion & Torn on repeat while developing my own retro influenced video game, Unparalleled. Favorite track: Congestion &
go to album
Rites of the Damned
by Elay Arson
supported by 16 fans who also own “Bone Apple Tea (Maxi-Single)”
the unholy union of synthwave and metal in a gory seance by naive teenagers in a rusted over, deathly cold warehouse. also AT NIGHT OOOHHH SPOOKY
go to album
Crisp darkwave reverent to the history of Italian anti-fascist action.
go to album
Balancing hooks and abrasion, the debut from Berlin punks Rouge features springy synths, snappy percussion, and insouciant vocals.
go to album
