They claim to have no anchors
No strings attached to no men’s land
Forever stray
In canyon echoes
No footprints in the sand
So dark they are, and golden eyed at times
Watchwords running down their wires
And I know that you know
We are never gonna get home
‘Cause our home has dissolved
Without us
Onboard of all
The ships that set sail and sank
My kind would choose to stay
Fastened to the mast
Fastened steadfast
When ageless gales
Raved right there ten feet down the plank
And promised the same fate
With just a bit of wrench
Just a bit of flight
The quenchless need for concord
Fetched you with no aim to requite
I’d bury all
Scores and records
To have that hill to climb
So stroke my cheek and lure me to your snare
Maybe I’m enough threadbare
Pale enough to rise
Keep pace with days & hail the race
That gives me names I loathe and incarnate
Unfold my body; wrap the world
If this is what it takes then
Be it so
There’s a mighty cinematic sweep in the songs on the latest from Badlands, the big and imposing orchestration with dreamlike vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 27, 2022
Sweden's Catharina Jaunviksna, aka Badlands, creates gently glowing '80s-inspired pop - think of it as new wave in pastel rather than neon. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2021