Glass breaks, lights fade
He needed something to ease the pain
Knock down the barricade
Just an inch or two more before the front door breaks
We pray and we build and we scheme
But when the wind blows hard, it scatters our dreams
The sun may rise again, but when the dark sets in
Dead dance is pulling at your feet
Dead dance controlling every beat of your heart
Dead dance is waiting in the street
To take you break you at the seems
Calling out in the night
Praising the darkness and cursing the light
At one time, a happy man
Til he threw it all away and joined the world of the damned
We pray and we build and we scheme
But when the wind blows hard, it scatters our dreams
The sun may rise again, but when the dark sets in
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023