Here they come
From the sky!
Watch those men, son
In the sky
Love them, hate them
Men that can fly
Trust those men, son
They're the ones
Black ties, gold wings
Rich men, with guns
White shirts, white teeth
Smiling, sincere
Bringing glad tidings of
Sickness and fear
Flee from those men, son
Gliding to Earth
Their hairstyles cost more
Than our whole city's worth
Love them but run away
Know if you're caught
They'll laugh and embrace you
And kill you for sport
Crusaders from Heaven
In tailored silk suits
And war's just one more
Of their idle pursuits
Worship and run away
Don't even think twice
It's all just a matter of
Sacrifice
Never look back, son
That's what you must know
Trust in those men, son
And trust me, and go.
An exploration of the concept of “closeness,” the latest from SAH is full of soothing, richly textured electronic music. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 9, 2021