Your brother is there on the ground, alone.
There's no one there to save him.
And if you hold your ear to the ground you'll hear their footsteps,
their whispers.
Your brother is dead my love.
Your brother is dead my dear.
And I might steal mine on,
to pick up where we left off.
And if you hold your right one,
with that I'll whisper, I'll whisper
Your brother is dead my love.
Your brother is dead my dear.
So count your sheep and fall asleep.
Dear Pirate,
steal the last of their children.
Oh no.
credits
from The Beginning,
track released June 4, 2010
Producer - Mike Oettinger
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023