Made of stars
Dipped in crude oil
Left to dry in the sun
I don’t know what you are
Though I’m sure we’ve met
a miracle – ain’t you one?
Lonely madman on a rock
Speaking in tongues
Lonely madman runs amok
I believe he would rather be
Born deaf
Never exposed to burdensome prayers and cries,
Promised to the sky
One would choose to put the fire out
Once hearing it all
sear and die
Shed your tears, Prometheus,
On our barren lands
May all the earthly drown
Then he said:
I’m not the one to help you see things through
I am just as lost and shooting in the dark
I can’t see far away
I only wish to see you shine and dare
Lose the limb you hold so dear it smothers you
Again
Again, explode in fireworks and rain down
Soak into the ground then sprout up all the way to the realms of men
Or are we robots, heaven-sent?
trained to waste away and never let go
I never let go
Made of strife
Wrapped in tin foil
Hanged to roast on a wire
I don’t know what you are
But I’m fine with that – and all the rest
It appears maybe I’m the one
Born deaf
Spared from the constant craving to muffle out
Noises from the ground
I could never be your counterpart
For you’ve seen us all
Sink too low
Shed your tears, Prometheus,
On our ample lands
May all the earthly grow
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