Bad wind breathing in the streets tonight
A gunshot rhythm to a decomposing lullaby
I rest my head on the bosom of restless nights
Death is dining at our table
We feast on our nails
There is a bullet with my name on
Waiting to exhale inside of me
There’s not alot of sympathy
With the life I’m leading
If only I could begin again
But I’m not surprised it’s the end
I feel helpless
I can’t help it if I don’t need a lullaby
We need a miracle
If this is where our hearts lie
Where is our home?
I rest my head on the bosom of little faith
Still we keep hanging on for a saint
Barking serenade of panic
The moon is wailing
Quench your thirst my son
Make sure you lick the knife clean
Inside of me my life will be an offering
To those that I have failed
There’s a bottle with my name on
And I’m waiting to inhale
I rest my head on the bosom of restless heights
I rest my head on broken promises
The first track off of their debut album, Dutch Courage. If I’m being completely honest, this is probably the most skipped track on the CD for me. The early days saw me quickly moving on to the incredibly catchy Holy Trains more often than not. While still not one of my all time favourites, Lullaby has redeemed itself from an initially poor showing, not least because of a tasty guitar solo
With a name like Decomposing Lullaby you know you aren’t going to be spending the next 40 minutes listening to songs about summer days and good times. While not exactly an ‘angry’ band there isn’t a lot of happiness on this album. Helplessness, hopelessness and dispossession are the themes on display. A healthy dose of manliness puts a stop to this being classified as anything close to emo. These guys would punch sad emo kids in the liver and then have a smoke.
Lullaby opens the album at a decent pace, deftly displaying the major themes of the album.And of course, there’s the little matter of that guitar solo, preceded by a foreshadowing of just how low Laudo is willing to go with his vocals.
All in all, those opening guitar chords are enough to put me in the mood for what has become nothing less than an epic album.
“there’s a bullet with my name on, waiting to exhale inside of me”