Lights out, Standing in line,
He doesn't know.
Turning around,
He cant tell what he really feels.
Thinking of the real world in a very unreal way,
Paying the price for thing he didn't say.
Why does one, one by one, run run, to his ruin.
Son, Son, tell me one, that doesn't run, run run, to his ruin.
Clock ticking,You cant hear,
Rage in the jungle.
You tell me, you tell me,
What you ought to do.
You don't know what you really are,
Thinking o the real world in a very unreal way.
Why does one, one by one, run run, to his ruin.
Son, Son, tell me one, that doesn't run, run run, to his ruin.
Frozen hands, bleeding gums,
broken harts and felling numb,
And what about us, standing in line,
We are just like you.
Playing with the real world, in a very unreal
credits
from The Singles,
track released May 29, 2019
Music & lyrics composed by Money. Recorded by Chicken Attack Records & Möno Disnoize in Bobadilla (Granada, Spain). Mixed & mastered by Möno Disnoize. Artwork by Tommy Butt, Joe Keane & Money.
Small record label born in the south of Spain in 2012, recording in the most diverse spaces from garages or recording
studios to mud huts or a shipping container. Searching for a diversity of sonic texture that escapes the common ear in an eternal quest for originality that in some cases can compromise the quality of our work but never our bad intentions towards the modern state of affair....more
The Swiss quartet's strongest release yet. Two tracks of assertive post-punk with primitive garage beats and and spaced-out synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2018