Ascend, but to what extent?
Increment by increment
It has left me feeling spent
Increment by increment
Tended and tilled every field
Increment by increment
Yet we only scantly yield
We bare far too few
our futures escapes from view
Better tend to your own soil
Nevermind, don't mind the worms..
Don't heed warnings, nothing's spoiled!
Nevermind, don't mind the worms...
Mind your own, full speed ahead!
Nevermind, don't mind the worms...
In the end we're only dead.
We bare far too few
our futures escapes from view
Bend, bend bend
Insist that we bend, bend, bend.
Bend, bend, bend.
Elasticity will tear us to shreds
With guitar work that recalls the highest heights of Polvo, New Lands brings an emo approach to post-punk fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2023