gray bricks on monday morning
gray bricks on tuesday afternoon
you were born in the tunnels
take a last look, you're leaving soon
we've waited below so long
some have forgotten why we're here
I can't forget the purges
we lost your mother in the war
the screens are full of static
but there's nothing to see anyway
there may be nothing left beyond our wall
still, run and tell the others
at the stroke of nine we'll meet again
we'll rise to the surface and take our revenge
I've seen the sun before
there is no doubt that you will too
listen! the engine's starting
guns up my boys, we're breaking through!
the screens are full of static
but there's nothing to see anyway
there may be nothing left beyond our wall
still, run and tell the others
at the stroke of nine we'll meet again
we'll rise to the surface and take our revenge
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024