The truth is written by the winners.
The war you've lost, the price you've paid
Will only be the ashes on the battlefield.
(And) your decisions, all your elans
Will be the wounds on the dead man's chest
Your broken hands will never hold the weapons
(To fight for justice)[x2]
You're the one amongst those who didn't survive.
Shattered memories is that all you have.
You thought you were the one to brake the rules.
But you were just a slave like others
With no ambitions, no purpose (so aimless).
Go
This is a cemetery of your ideals.
Don't be so shy and choose a place you like the most.
and choose place you like the most
place you like the most
It was the war, the war you could not win.
Come on, Come on, humble yourself.
It was the war, the war you could not win.
Come on, Come on,
Come on, Come on,
Come on, Come on, humble
Yourself
This will be the end of yours
Coward is who you became
Your ideals are now dead
That’s what you have in the end[x2]
You wish you could have changed everything
But it’s a life – not your dream
Don’t regret about what you’ve done
And don’t be a slave like others
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024