Full of hope and dreams; the groundwork for the future
And each child infinite beauty
So from what I see maturity equates to apathy
Growing up and out of feelings like caring
The way of the world, GET OLD GET COLD
No reason to be living proof that we don't have to link this chain
Remember when we said, we'd be like this when we're dead?
I guess it's "childish" of me to hold on to my IDEALS
NO MATTER HOW OLD I GET I'll never out grow MY HEART AND SOUL
You can shake your head and roll your eyes at me
But how can we show the children of tomorrow to live their dreams
If we ourselves have forgotten what that means?
Let's show them how pure life can be, AND HOW FUN LIFE CAN BE
NO MATTER HOW OLD I GET, I'LL NEVER GROW OUT OF MY SOUL
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024