The stake
Why should we wait?
There's no harm to deny the hours on Sunday
The form
Milk warm
A taste in the mouth like Cortisone
Molded tight
She's Princess Di sitting under the bar light
Opportunity's shut
Compared to what?
I could be your monster
In the heart
We were apart
But I could be your monster
In time
We can draw battlelines
I could be your monster
A shoebox for my Goldilocks
I could be yours
There's no quarter gave to feeling fine
Rip out the meaty bits to make you mine
Gaslight the motive and the pulse in the vein
The blue reflection is always the same
Oh circle, oh circle
I'm not one to wait so weak and sullen
Oh circle, oh circle
I'm not one to stand and endure it colder
Nah you won't see me crawling
I'm not the one who is falling
Without a thought of the cost
Post-rock musician and World Within Worlds label head Lachlan R. Dale returns with his debut full-length, a suite of ambient explorations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024