You went back on your beliefs
Just to see what your mother would say.
She probably blamed it all on me,
She’s probably crying herself to sleep.
But still you still get down on your hands and knees
To pray before you sleep
I wish that I was that strong,
Wish I still believed in anything.
And Father, I’m listening
But I need you to hear me out.
And Father, I’m listening
But you don’t speak, you don’t speak.
My friends are just tired and broken from the funerals
Only the good die young.
If that’s the case I’ll grow old alone
Bury everyone I love.
And if I ever get my hands on God
We’re gonna have a conversation.
You needed patience, you needed grace,
You needed someone just to save you.
Father take me home.
credits
from Loose Ends,
released August 1, 2017
Engineered and mixed by Gary Cioni at Barbershop Studios in Hopatcong, NJ
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs