Foreboding tale of whimsy and woe; don't litter folks...
lyrics
Sitting on this Beach of Glass
Shattered prisms from a scattered past
Countless nights stretching back in time
Liquor, beer, soda pop, bottle{s} of wine
Shift my focus years ahead
Rainbow Beaches but we’re all dead
{and} While I sit by this crimson sea
Eight million A.C. units pulsing inorganically
{I mean} Just how cold do you need it to be?
And is it worth killin’ off all of the trees?
And is it worth melting all of the ice?
To make your living room feel {o so} nice
And will you feel the same when the sea rumbles by
And covers it all, save the mountains and sky?
Beeches of Glass, miles below,
And all the lands mammals with no place{s} to go
{so} While I float in this endless sea
Our children embrace and sing their final plea
credits
from Live @ Rapture IV.XII.MMXVII,
released June 12, 2017
Bass Guitar, Vox: Trevor Pietsch
Drums: Carter Thompson
Horns, Vox: Dave Boudouris
Treble Guitar, Vox, Synth: Phil West
Words and Music by: Philip Westenberger, Trevor Pietsch, Carter Thompson & Dave Boudouris
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