'Run Wild' is the new album from POSTDATA, out September 22, 2023 via Paper Bag Records
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
'Run Wild' is the new album from POSTDATA, out September 22, 2023 via Paper Bag Records
Includes unlimited streaming of Run Wild
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 10 days
Purchasable with gift card
$9.99CADor more
'Run Wild' Limited Edition 12" Sandstone Vinyl
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
'Run Wild' is the new album from POSTDATA, out September 22, 2023 via Paper Bag Records
Includes unlimited streaming of Run Wild
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Half-drunk coffee in my hand, raven on my back I’ll never truly be forgiven in my own heart
And in my head, panic attack
It ain’t here yet but I feel it coming on
This is the calm before the storm before the calm Before the storm, before the calm
Sometimes I like to jumble all the words
Until whatever meaning they had becomes obscure, holy & pure I’ll never be forgiven in my own heart of that I’m sure
Turn the ignition, feel the baby purr
Bought it at an auction somewhere a few years back
Could hardly afford it but everything became about that black Cadillac It was like an omen or a dream, the purest song
I could feel the weight lifting See it dissolve, completely gone
I aint there yet but I feel it coming off
Fake it to make it, gotta be weak before you’re strong Dusk on the highway
Wind humming a song
Can’t make out the words yet but I’m still trying to sing along
I’ll never be forgiven for all I’ve done wrong All I’ve done wrong
In my own heart In my own heart
All I’ve done wrong All I’ve done wrong
I wanna see you, be a better friend
I’ll never truly be forgiven in my own heart If I can’t have your heart to tend to
Took a picture of a cardinal sitting on the other fence
It flew away before I got there but I can still see her red fragments Traces of the wings in my own mind, in my own head
On the tip of my tongue in the forever falling avalanches
Put it away in my pocket for some other dark night or day I need it for
Beautiful bright streaks of red paint Holy & pure I’ll never be
But I can
Hold both things in this way in my mind, my heart Shoulders & teeth
Multitudes of a spirit So many things
Free falling, floating, calling, soft silences Darkness & light
Defeat & fight Blindness & sight
Black raven eyes, Black raven eyes You in twilight