Birds in Row - Noah / Cathedrals (Studio Recording Session)

New album GRIS KLEIN : October 14th on • Stream the new singles here : • Follow Birds in Row : • Bandcamp : Birds in Row on tour * Supporting Cult of Luna Sep 30 - Vitry-sur-Seine (FR) - Festi’Val de Marne Oct 01 - Rouen (FR) - Le 106 Oct 02 - Esch-sur-Alzette (LU) - Rockhal * Oct 03 - Cologne (DE) - Live Music Hall * Oct 04 - Geneve (CH - Alhambra * Oct 05 - Toulouse (FR) - Le Metronum * Oct 06 - Biarritz (FR) - Atabal * Oct 07 - Barcelona (ES) - AMFest * Oct 08 - Madrid (ES) - But * Oct 09 - Porto (PT) - Ampli Fest * Oct 11 - Nantes (FR) - Stereolux * Oct 12 - Lille (FR) - Aeronef * Oct 13 - Strasbourg (FR) - La Laiterie * Oct 14 - Zwolle (NL) - Hedon * Oct 15 - Leipzig (DE) - Felsenkeller * Oct 16 - Wroclaw (PL) - A2 * Oct 17 - Budapest (HU) - Akvarium * Oct 18 - Prague (CZ) - Underdogs And more dates available. Lyrics : Noah There’s a road leading into darkness. It’s got a rhythm that no one can clap to. You think you’re free until you answer the call and all the claps of some fools just cover it up. Come with me. You’re the dentist with no front teeth telling me how to smile, how to brush it hard and how to hide my insides. A black hole with a tongue and much pride, you’re a monster and you think you just offer enough. Come with me. Would you just come with me and see ? How all love is meant to disappear on a road paved with laments. Shredded bodies on shredded bodies, dead bodies on both sides. And in the silence you hear the screams of all the true heroes who are done suffering for us. Come with me. We all lose a reason to smile when we take that one hike, to the top of the hill and down to the depth to the valley of the vile. You think you’ll fix it with money ? Come with me. Wouldn’t we know about the hidden costs this road would be paved for us to dance. And if we are too shy to dare there’d always be that one hand waving its money. Please, come with me. Cause I’m not sure we should dance. The more we walk, the more it rains stories about a deluge above our heads. How ridiculous we look, here, clapping our hands as the waters rise. Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates. They are candies inside the jaws sculpted on godly waves. You say we’d be free with the money. Fold your paper into an ark. Godspeed Noah, I’m so glad you’ll finally sink. For there’s no way out from here. From a circle of pain to a circle of doubt to a circle of shame. First monuments of water hide the sun, then they break and hit. And they’ll take us all Where oxygen runs dry and gold won’t buy room for any of us. You think you’ll fix it with money, the will to give up and the big hole inside our chests ? I don’t know how you dance but it looks romantic somehow. The mesmerizing defense of what is left of our smiles. I don’t know how you dance but it looks romantic somehow. Two bodies under the rain maybe kissing for the very last time. It sounds romantic somehow, echoes inside my brain murmuring again and again: You should have taken the money, you fool. Lyrics : Cathedrals How many years since I last saw you, the innocence in my closet ? It doesn’t mean more since you are gone. Keep watching: I failed you at shining, I failed you at breathing, I failed you at growing alone. Fuck your purity. You still punish me with a smile. Hundred nails on your casket and you still punish me with a smile. Always learn. On the wrong side of the beam, a bunch of rafters to unravel. The carpenters of the unseen destroying frameworks of evil. Always burn it all to the ground When it speaks in tongues of faith and rust. We’re cathedrals in flames, we’re cathedrals of dust. When I fight for myself I can fight for us. You punished me with a smile. I once was your slave, once your lover, once a fraud, once your mirror. A smile to hide the insides, as if our insides had limits. I’m drooling, I’m sweating, I’m pissing, I’m shitting my feelings on green carpets of love In your Eden of teeth. It’s our garden now, I see no forbidden fruit. It’s our garden now, I see no necks under your boots. I’ll feel at home again. Millions of hands craft the gates of a world to change. Under silver wings, angels of abandon still dancing. They dance and they’ll never stop. We’ll live of all the things we don’t know we ignore. The angels of abandon, they’ll be waiting some more. Fight for us. Filmed & edited by Yann-Maël Le Roy (Stop Eject Films), during the recording session of “Gris Klein“ at The Apiary Studio (Laval, FR). Music by Birds in Row Produced & recorded by Amaury Sauvé Mixed & mastered by Magnus Lindberg Lacquer cut by François Terrazzoni ⓒ&ⓟ 2022 BRIGHT COLORS Issued Under Exclusive License to SIVIANA, RED CRK AB