You can light up every corner of my kingdom,
scatter flowers on the road from hear to Athens,
you can bathe me in Cleopatra's saffron,
you can touch me in the center of my prayer.
I've still got cold eyes, I've still got cold eyes.
I don't know why I was brought here in time for the funeral
I don't know why I was brought here in time for the funeral of the world,
but you know I feel it coming,
and you know it won't be long.
There's a gun in the yard,
in the children, there's a bomb.
I always heed the fool for he is wise,
and if you need some place cool to go when steam is in the air
and the fire flies, remember:
I've still got cold eyes, I've still got cold eyes. I've still got, I've still got,
I've still got cold eyes.
credits
from The Blessed,
released February 9, 2020
Written by Sofi Thanhauser. Guitar and vocals by Sofi Thanhauser. Recorded by Jeremy Krinsley.
Moody and weird experimental pop from Melbourne follows the intuitive logic of the surrealist game from which the group takes their name. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2020