I forget myself
I smile a bit too long
A woman flees inside her car to pray.
By the morning light
Things don't look so bad
But I know that nothing's really changed
In the slums of Atlantis the lovers tidy up
And realize they've been watching the news
4,000 dead in Arabia, 4,000 dead at home
And they wonder what the hell THEY are going to do.
Up upon the hill
Where God's laws come down
They're trying to determine which side you're on
This line is for War
That line is for Peace
But everybody's going the same place
Into the slums of Atlantis where the businessmen wake up
And realize they got a lot of work to do
4,000 sold in Suburbia, there should be two in every home
And he cleared out his calendar just to meet with you
In the towers of Atlantis the presidents trade jabs
And talk about everything but me and you
This Calgary group makes goth-y post-punk attired in the brightly colorful arrangements of bleep-boop synthesized psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 3, 2024