Loose, eight moons will break us in to ten.
Nine times we broke free again.
No use - you can't escape from the truth.
Give in - submit to the will.
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm falling.
The mind is alive.
You, my hope, you did everything to bring me home.
And you keep hold while I lose sight of all I know.
And you, so bold. you pulled me and tore me from my mould.
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm falling.
The mind is alive.
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm falling.
The mind is a lie.
This late ’90s shoegaze record gets a full remaster on the advent of its 25th anniversary, its woozy melodies brighter than ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2021