I've watched the funeral dirges
Be drowned out by sorrows of someone
Who never once knew anyone who ever died
But I'm not so strong
I don't think I've ever loved someone enough
To weep when their bodies were buried
And maybe that's my fault
And maybe it's theirs
I've seen churches filled with people
And tissues and crying
They fill the steeple with vapor from tears
And the heat of their sorrow
But I stood alone
I'd rather cry at home than in the midst
Of those who suffer or claim to suffer
More than me
Maybe that's peace
Or maybe more suffering
And maybe I'm at peace
Or maybe just suffering
And the organ sounds like a death rattle
And the people line up like prodded cattle
They cry because they must to believe they exist
As something more than inevitable dust
So I cry with them
But it's not for my sins and it's nor theirs
And I don't ask for forgiveness from anyone but myself
Because my sorrow is something that only I can bear
And they're useless to me and I'm useless to them
What's a shoulder to cry on when you're drowning in sin
It means nothing
They all mean nothing
And I mean nothing
And maybe that means something
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
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This creative San Francisco guitar band melds trip hop, krautrock, My Bloody Valentine-esque noise, and jangle pop hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2024