Dog
Race, a band based in the UK, recently released the 5-song EP “Return The Day.”
Our favorites tracks are “Return The Day (Colours)” and “It’s The Squeeze.” But
referring to the EP in general, the band explained that it as:
"A soundscape born from sleepless nights, intrusive thoughts, and the quiet war between the mind and the world around me. Each track pulls at the threads of cultish beliefs and everyday expectations, exposing the weight they place on someone already battling inner turmoil."
"A soundscape born from sleepless nights, intrusive thoughts, and the quiet war between the mind and the world around me. Each track pulls at the threads of cultish beliefs and everyday expectations, exposing the weight they place on someone already battling inner turmoil."
“Return
The Day (Colours)” by Dog Race
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dograceband/
Bandcamp: https://dograceband.bandcamp.com/
LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/dograceband?
Lyrics of “Return The Day (Colours)” by Dog Race
Count the stars getting out the shower
Boiling point, looks like a hot poached salmon
Finger the pink, beside the belly button
The curtains are catching a tan this Sunday
The Lord dimmed the virgin-stained windows
The sheet magenta, now a sheet of pale dogwood
I'd like to report a bad batch, act pronto!
My tears keep whispering I should be serenity
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
Pause the hand, circling the hour
The chestnut stain has wilted to a sweet timber
Finger the stitch, between the cord patch pockets
The ceilings are holding a mass this Sunday
The Lord dimmed the virgin-stained windows
The sheet of marine, a sheet of ancient
I'd like to report a bad batch, act pronto!
My tears keep whispering I should be serenity
Bandcamp: https://dograceband.bandcamp.com/
LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/dograceband?
Lyrics of “Return The Day (Colours)” by Dog Race
Count the stars getting out the shower
Boiling point, looks like a hot poached salmon
Finger the pink, beside the belly button
The curtains are catching a tan this Sunday
The Lord dimmed the virgin-stained windows
The sheet magenta, now a sheet of pale dogwood
I'd like to report a bad batch, act pronto!
My tears keep whispering I should be serenity
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
Pause the hand, circling the hour
The chestnut stain has wilted to a sweet timber
Finger the stitch, between the cord patch pockets
The ceilings are holding a mass this Sunday
The Lord dimmed the virgin-stained windows
The sheet of marine, a sheet of ancient
I'd like to report a bad batch, act pronto!
My tears keep whispering I should be serenity
I'll try to return the day at the checkout
counter
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
My colours are not working, my colours stopped working
[Repeating]
I'll try to return the day at the checkout counter
My colours are not working, my colours stopped working
[Repeating]
“It's The Squeeze” by Dog Race
“It's The Squeeze” by Dog Race