No Wires by Brindle's Manse

Look now, no wires! Damn the leeches and scoundrels and liars! I hear the beating of a different drum; a toxic brew but I want some! Strike a match - a burning desire. They can’t crawl but they’re trying to fly. Too high - crash and burn. We tried to tell them but they never learn. Lean times, we live by our wits. The plot thickens and takes another twist. You looked good but you took it too far. You placed a bet and you lost it all. Sharp sand, raging seas. We stormed the castle but we stopped for tea. It’s hard to focus when you’re feeling so sick. Watch the horizon; that’s the trick. You’re going way too fast. You’re having a blast. You’re on fire; look now, no wires. You’re going way too fast. Now you’ve gotta put up the cash. A screech of tyres, look now, no wires!

• New York
• Rock
• guitar
• indie. rock
• post-punk
• psychedelic pop
• United Kingdom