For much of “White Ribbon,” the vocalization approach is a simple one, almost childlike. Then, the vocals are temporarily penetrating. For example, at 1:16, the female voice departs from the choppy, almost staccato style and harmonizes with a purity.
Terrible Sons are Matthew Barus and Lauren Barus from Chirstchurch, New Zealand. They describe themselves as “a couple making late night music, raising a family, drinking black coffee.”
The Bandcamp site for “White Ribbon” notes:
“The song is a homage to a friend of ours who snuck through cordons and curfews in order to look for his sister who had not returned home after the February earthquakes in Christchurch in 2011.”
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Lyrics of “White Ribbon” by Terrible Sons
Maybe I won’t find you
White ribbon tied around your arms
But you don’t leave anything left to chance
With your bloody hands
Slipping thru the curfew
Throw your back out with the weight
You, couldn’t - sit back/feet up/wait
Leave unopened doors
Sun repeat your cycle
The morning brings relief to some
- Stop - your voice- disappearin’ so fast
Never touch the ground
The city but a shadow
The birds have come to build their roost
- You could/ light me a fat cigar
And I’ll probably choke
Father are you lonely?
The kids have got a lot to bear
- He tried to - wrap you up so tight
Like a hungry man
My name is not important
I did what someone else can do /
So Step aside son - this time
-I am never done
man, where do you come from?
are all the men so strong?
muscles in the tip o their tongues
guns and amazonian mums
I’m over all the bare lots/
Do we always have to be so square?
I dream a - mil -lion/ lego-en-gin-eers
Stacking paradise
Maybe I won’t find you
White ribbon tied around your arms
But you don’t leave anything left to chance
With your bloody hands
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