Blast furnace turns the gray sky orange.
Rain streaks upon the concrete walls
Snow’s falling in November.
Televisions glow blue light.
Old men sob in apartments.
Lake streets breathe out fumes and sound
Coal stained spires pierce the falling sky
Forge hammer steel cries…
Mama says it’s all right.
You don’t have to go outside.
Mama says don’t you cry.
You can stay with me and hide.
Oh Child, it’s a beautiful city.
Oh Child, such a beautiful place.
Wet bill posts shroud forgotten homes.
Skin blisters in the cold.
Teenagers in red stockings.
Policemen in the night cafes.
Dead bramble grows on rusted bones.
Black ashes on the lake.
Wet asphalt shines an amber glare.
Fog glows in blue twilight.
Mama says it’s all right.
You don’t have to go outside.
Mama says don’t you cry.
You can stay with me and hide.
Oh Child, it’s a beautiful city.
Oh Child, such a beautiful place.
Dreamy vocals, pulsing rhythms, and eerie synths come together to create luxe but ominous atmospheres on the latest from Toronto's Praises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 3, 2021