My father's heart is like a rose
that shivers open and then goes
back into hiding for a cloudy year
and all around we live without the sun.
Now he is far away and I
watch for a message from the sky
I know he'll call to me by and by.
When the air is hyperclear with the sound of planes
all of us disturbing all of us, what is pain?
The mind asks questions like gaslight in the city
the answer is the sun is going down.
My father's heart is like a rose
that shivers open and then goes
back into hiding for a cloudy year
and all around we live without the sun.
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