Though we've been at your mercy
Ever since the bullets tore your skin,
We have bastardized your legacy
Into cheap plastic pins.
And lest we forget
Is an advertising jingle
Selling memories of a soldier's bet
Across the concrete jungle.
I don't want to see your fate
Rduced to fake plastic flowers,
And I can't support the current state
Of buying remembrance by the hour.
The blood you left on the fields of France
Is not commercial fodder,
So to see this strange commemorative dance
Makes my remembrance even harder.
So I ask of you,
Lay down your pins,
Think of the blue
Over the plains,
And needless blood
Drenching the furrows,
The relentless thud
Of impending sorrow.
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