here comes the landslide. there go my soul. all these tired soldiers mining for mothers or dying for coal. when all these sunken angels looking for home, they're lost for words & silence. they're leaving us all, leaving us all behind.
the trumpets sound a war cry. the drums will roar the sound of rolling thunder. it runs in your blood & it rattles for floor. the moon holds all yer hope. the sea waits for returns. & here they come.
we jumped the gates at dawn.
like heaven holds alarms
in awe of what has been there all along.
the rooftops held our peace in early make believe
in a haze, a dream, or some place in between.
there go my landslide here come my soul
all these sunken angels mining for mothers or dying in coal
the trumpets sound a war cry. the drums will roar the sound of rolling thunder. it runs in yer blood & it rattles your floor. all these tired soldiers looking for home, they're lost in words & silence. they're leaving us all, leaving us all behind.
boom chaka boom
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023