The sun is rising, in Rocky Hills
He doesn’t know he plays the game that no one wins
How could he know, that he would choose
To let his fate running on the loose
And now he lives under the ground
But when he’s needed he comes out
The days go by waiting for changes
Spends time on nothingness, sees unwanted faces
On lonely throne, he’s on his own
So far from Rocky Hills alone
Afraid to ride beyond the line
So far from Rocky Hills he’s dying
Bouncy, synth-driven garage rock from the U.K.that effortlessly grounds its melodic effervescence with earthy, punky delivery. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 18, 2018