its 5 o'clock
were sitting in your bedroom
the leaves are falling slowly all around
its loud out here in the streets of this big city
its loud outside but i can't here the sound
who shot and run
polishes his silver plated gun
nothing left but this poor bastard son
run, run, run
all your life
and all you've done here's searching
looking for the reason we exist
suffer cold and hungry you depart now
intervention never can persist
who shot and run
polishes his silver plated gun
nothing left but this poor bastard son
run, run, run
This 26-track compilation of jittery electronic music & folk-inspired compositions is a brief history of the label A Future Without. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 18, 2018