Race
Running at a breakneck pace
Don’t look back
Don’t look into the face you
Blame
Things are never gonna be the same
Wipe that thought don’t
Lose it in a vein or a
Nose
Not the first caught in the throes
Of a toxic culture
Trying to recompose and get
Past
You knew it could never really last
Stop right now take a breath
Stand back
Keep face
But you know it’s a fall from grace
Ten foot tall then it put you in your place
On your back
Now it’s just an all-out attack
Count one two three smile cover up the crack
With a drink
Anything at all to stop you think
Endless front and you know its doublethink
As you drift
Hoping that the cloud might lift
Reified lost life
Far from a gift right now
Race
Running at a breakneck pace
Don’t look back
Don’t look into the face you
Blame
Things are never gonna be the same
Wipe that thought don’t
Turn in to the ghost of a
Fraud
Scared of the scorn getting poured
So you run like a sheep with the flock
But your bored of the race
And always feeling bang out of place
Fuck this front
Fuck putting on a face
For what?
Head case
You could disappear without a trace
Can’t face up can’t
Fill the suitcase
Just yet
Feels like you only just met
Time just goes and never gets set
When you’re high
Got to do it all before you die
No dead time no closing of the eye(s)
It’s a waste
Everything your never gonna taste
Fuck that memory
Leave it in its place in the
Past
credits
from The Binary Order,
released April 11, 2019
Written by Michael O'Neill
Produced by Sam Weaver with Michael O'Neill
A new, experimental collection from Buried Treasure, a UK label known for archived electronic, jazz, psych, folk & library sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2017
All the tracks are great but Stepper is the standout for me! pounding syncopated kicks, rolling handdrums and playful sample work, dancefloor destroyer. Jack G.