Steadfast,
The man with the golden eye sits back and cries.
You can see it in his eyes that it's all gone awry...
Yet he lifts his head and stares straight ahead
With a gaze so fierce that fate itself is pierced,
And he raises his fist through the drunken mist –
Cries out for more because life is a whore,
And he says
You are all to blame for following the flame
Of the brightest torch around.
This world needs you to stand straight and true
And to light the fires of your own desires.
Resolute –
Puts back his chair, pays for his beer,
And he leaves the lair for the cool sea air
And the ocean sounds swirling around;
Breathes in deep, begins again to weep,
But with a mariner's pride and all that it hides,
Yet he cries...
You are all to blame for following the flame
Of the brightest torch around.
This world needs you to stand straight and true
And to light the fires of your own desires.
The new EP from DC's Beauty Pill balances between oblique avant-garde composition and sly art-pop, making both sound effortless. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2021