Woke him up with a barrel to his head
His eyes shut tight bracing for the blow
Resigning his life to the metal held in another
Man’s hand
Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh my country, won’t you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
From another land’s war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don’t lock me up for not leavin’ my home
Your words just a bloody fallacy
A house of cards you painted white
You tried to recreate Normandy
But you made up the reason to fight
And now red oil is spillin’ down on the street
And your eyes too big for the belly is weak
Will you not refuse this currency
Or is blood money just money to you
Is blood money just money to you
Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh my country, won’t you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
From another land’s war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don’t lock me up for not leavin’ my home
Camilo
Camilo
Leavin’ my home
Camilo
So much searing honesty in the most beautiful arrangements of words and harmonies. Storytelling and first person narratives in the songs that I resonate with deeply.
jill t kimelman
I listened to Dispatch a lot back in college. Then they had a farewell tour and I thought I'd never hear from them again. I wasn't until recently that I found out the band had got back together years later. This album really shows how they have grown as artists. gludwig311
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024