A congress of lower life forms
gathered for the purpose of design
the eradication of the kind and the decent
is just what they had in mind
There was filth and lies
self-centered and shallow
base desire was the marshal of their parade
they thought their hollow good time at the cost of others
was just like every other day
On the still side of town a few stared at the walls
grit their teeth rubbed their eyes
and then made the call
to fill up some bottles
careful and slow
finally get even
watch embers glow
and set fire to the beds that lies made
The sweet sound of evil's wailing
the smoking rubble of the corrupts homes
the night news sells another tragedy
and the laughter of those that know
so if you're thinking of pointless conquest
of crushing others for a little fun
remember the stains on the souls of the few
are only ashes from the wicked's bones
On the still side of town a few stared at the walls
grit their teeth rubbed their eyes
and then made the call
to fill up some bottles
careful and slow
finally get even
watch embers glow
and set fire to the beds that lies made
Jazz, metal, post-punk, and avant-garde music all swirl together in Ecuadorian duo Don Bolo's heady, unpredictable brew. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2022