about
Derek Burrell – piano, drum set, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, glockenspiel, vocals, chord organ, electric bass
Emily Potgeter – bass drum
Tom Shirey – vocals
Caitlin Antuma – vocals
Jake Valentine – snare drums
lyrics
Last call for pesticide
Before it was gone forever
We whetted our appetites
And we tidied the mess we’d made
That may not even matter
Or if it matters, my mistake
And the sun will rise
Like a dark horse outside your window
And the sun will rise
I’ve been biding all my time
Always right
“I couldn’t keep up”, she said
Made love in the next room over
Made love in her parents’ bed
With no place she quite belongs
I’ve had her once already
Or have I had her all along?
Like sand, we were washed away
Our legend was lost forever
We got on our knees and prayed
“Enough is enough”, she says
In a timeworn salutation
She cuts her hands and shouts, “TILL DEATH!”
And the sun will rise
Oh, I fear she’s just getting started
But the sun will rise
I’ve been biding all my time
OH!
And the sun will rise
Just like glastnost or perestroika
And the sun will rise
I’ve been biding all my time
And the sun will rise
As it slips from beneath your foothold
And the sun will rise
Seems I’ve wasted all my time
And the sun will rise
With the stocks closing down on Wall St.
And the sun will rise, will rise, will rise
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