Don’t lie to me.
Please.
I want to know
If you’ve been waiting to see me again.
You’ve got a lot of living left.
You got a lot in store.
We got a lot of living left.
I want some more.
I hadn’t half a heart to handle,
I hadn’t felt the pain-
I hadn’t lived it-
Every ounce of tear I sent down
It always seemed a game.
Now I gotta know.
I wanna know
If you’ve been waiting to see me again.
You’ve got a lot of living left.
You got a lot in store.
We got a lot of living left.
Oh, I want some more.
How long must we deny our lust for life?
How long? How long?
In time, we trust, he guides us all along.
Blue sky, how I long to be free again.
Wet eyes, failed tries, in time we all forget.
Lost lives, last tries, in time we all forget.
What we become along the lonely road!
What we become along the lonely road!
How long? Could we become the last survivors!
How lost? Could we beseech the last among us?
It’s ours, it’s ours, it’s ours, it’s in our hands-
But I want more.
Karin Park made this album of spare, intensely beautiful dark pop in a converted church building from her childhood. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2022
Perhapsy’s latest—which is also available on translucent cyan vinyl—draws from shoegaze & dreampop, and tells a wrenching true story. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2018