Friday, November 10, 2017

“In A Hall of Mirrors” by The Lymbs - Free Friday (“FL&R”)

     Free and Legal Downloads? Yes, at least temporarily. Bands often temporarily permit free downloads of their releases.  The end of an offer may be based on the expiration of a set period of time or on a limited number of downloads.  But at least for now, here is a song that qualifies as a Free, Legal and Recommended (FL&R) download.
     Finding songs that can be legally downloaded is easy. The difficult task is to find legally downloadable music that we recommend. Our plan is to post at least one FL&R song each Friday or Saturday.
    Never have our ears been more pleased with being ambushed. The thunderous guitar distortion lies in wait during the first verse. The vocals are praiseworthy and the bass establishes a steady-beat allure. Partially through the second line of that first verse, the guitar makes gentle, well-executed contributions. The lyrics are more than the trite descriptions that occupy most songs.

      So, let’s increase the volume!!! Then, the second verse begins. In hindsight, the “F bomb” should have been the warning. But we were completely unprepared for the punctuation that followed the first line, and only slightly more prepared for the same after the second and third lines.  

     We have grown to love the ambush, which still has a disruptive quality, despite being expected.

     “In A Hall of Mirrors” is a track from The Lymbs, a band based in Oakland, California. Quoting their bio:
  "Prior to recently relocating to the Bay Area music mecca of Oakland, founding members Jeff Bell (drums) and Gage Bickerstaff (Guitar/Vocals/Synth) initiated their musical synergy as big-dreaming, musically precocious students in Albuquerque, NM. Both already classically trained, they quickly became front-runners of the local indie rock scene, applauded and lauded by music aficionados and media critics alike."

      “In a Hall of Mirrors” by The Lymbs 

Lyrics of “In a Hall of Mirrors” by The Lymbs
Well, leave it for the birds I fear I don’t care anymore,
Well, leave it for the birds I fear, I don’t care, I don’t, anymore.
Well, I’m tired of having my wings torn.

Now everybody hears it when I say, fuck the charlatan life,
Hail the reckoning through cameras and lights,
May the last king fall like never before,
A pack of rabid dogs in a candy store.

See the martyrs as they move down the line,
I see it come back around and warm my eyes,
I see the children stare at the blood in your hands,
For a moment we felt like better men.
Better men.

How long can this go on?

They’ll start to whisper in factions, and then in lines,
Holding their cards, and telling their lies,
Preaching they care, curling their tongues,
Sharpen their stares, and mouthing their words,
And Biding their time,
‘Til it falls, until we rise,
Until it all starts over again.

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