I'm not so sure I was cut out for this.
I swing for the fences but I always miss.
Discouraged and defenseless,
full of cowardice
and all my intentions feel so childish.
My hands and knees down in the dirt,
I can't stand beneath the weight of just deserts.
Now I feel about as helpful as a virus is.
Infecting my surroundings between silences.
And no one can quite tell just what the science is.
And I don't know what the source of my defiance is.
And it feels like I'm falling again.
And it feels like I've fallen again.
My hands and knees down in the dirt,
I can't stand beneath the weight of just deserts.
I tried at night to close my eyes,
I was disgusted by the ugliness inside.
Now I'm talking to myself about the government.
And I'm talking to someone else about some other shit.
I do my best when it comes to listening
but ultimately I remain indifferent.
And it feels like I'm falling again.
And it feels like I've fallen again.
Madrid's Caliza creates intricately sound-designed ambient art pop addressing the climate crisis on this striking new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2021