Defeat doesn't finish a man, quit does. A man is not finished when he's defeated. He's finished when he quits.
lyrics
January, the death of me
Cold empty streets filled with dead Christmas trees
And the choir of voices has become background noises
To the ghosts in our hearts haunting our choices
Tell my city I’m gone
And tell my baby I’m leaving
They serve us liters of fine wine and champagne
But they charge us by the flute again
So tell my city I’m gone and tell my baby I’m leaving
I’m going somewhere I don’t have to be believed in
Tomorrow feels like yesterday
It’s a lead weight
Tomorrow feels like yesterday again
But there are new ways
There are new ways
There are new ways
There are new ways to make the same mistakes
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
This Toronto group's sound unabashedly hearkens back to the bouncy indiepop of the Darling Buds and the Primitives. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2019