Well it’s true, yeah it’s true
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do
If I knew, I would move
I would just get on but…
I, oh I, have run right off the fucking edge this time
And the air beneath my feet, is sobering
Wake me, when you can tell me something good
Wake me, when I won’t be misunderstood
Wake me, when I can find somewhere I will belong oh oh oh
Please, oh please
Don’t leave me here among the autumn leaves
I hate to need you now, but god I need you now
I’m in hell
Between the smiles and laughter I have fallen down
If I knew how
I would turn it all around
Wake me…
Test the hand of fate, throw it all away
Caution to the wind, start over again
And when the changes come, with their loaded guns
Ready to do their worst, make sure you fire first
Weird and wonky deconstructed post-punk from EXEK is full of changing moods, textures, and all sorts of unexpected sonic surprises. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 10, 2021
Post-punk in the most expansive sense from the Melbourne group, incorporating dub, Krautrock, hip-hop percussion and beyond. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 15, 2019