I spent last year in cemeteries
Lost and hoping that this would be easy afternoons
But you cried and I cried
Oh, stop. Stop hating yourself
You’ll only make it hurt more
What if we could bury everything?
What would it be:
Today? Or the past? Or the thing that’s haunting you?
Raise your shovels
Burn your wounds
Turn your head, scream out a new
This is not a disco
You still can’t lose that rhythm
This is not a disco
Don’t you lose that rhythm
We can dance, and sing
There’s no more haunting anything
What about you, how are you doing?
Have you been taking your meds?
I say “try to be happy”
I regret it immediately
You can’t just forget your traumas
I can’t just right your wrongs
Sometimes you say that I’m your savior
But there are no heroes here
Trust me, I’ve asked
No heroes, no heroes, no heroes, no heroes
There’s no heroes around here
We should’ve moved to someplace nicer
This is not a disco
You still can’t lose that rhythm
This is not a disco
Don’t you lose that rhythm
This is not a disco
But you are loved
We can dance, and sing
There’s no more haunting anything
The first full-length release from this St. Louis group is full of simple, sweet dream pop songs with a touch of Paisley Underground fuzz. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2018