My bones are tired, they're tired and burnt
My bones are tired, they're tired and burnt
We draw complex objects, inside the prisoners circle
We draw parallels
I want to be the author of my destruction
Join in the fold, say hello to hope today
Blood logic says, fuck up the culture
Blood logic says, fuck up the culture
Will this art kill me
Will I die slowly, in the gated community
Will I be satisfied
Knowing I could have done
Nothing more, nothing more
Convenience is king, the noble was clutching
A burial cloth
All our objects will leave us
Convenience is king, the noble was clutching
A burial cloth
All our objects will leave us
When we're sinking or swimming
we're beside ourselves deciding
When we're sinking or swimming
we're beside ourselves deciding
Something got lost somewhere
I feel the pressure to grow
Something got lost somewhere
I feel the pressure to grow
Even christ called it quits
Everything is what you make of it
Even christ called it quits
Everything is what you make of it
Don't want to be friends with a corpse
Cause karma is the only god
Don't want to be friends with a corpse
Cause karma is the only god
My bones are tired, they're tired and cold
My bones are tired, they're tired and cold
credits
from Valence (7 Split),
released April 1, 2015
Jeremy Hill, Alex Webb
This is the latest collaboration between the Haitian six-piece Chouk Bwa and the Belgian production duo, The Ångströmers. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 8, 2023