Seeing little, hearing less, this underworld, a wilderness
No-one talks and no-one smiles, resigned it seems to machine life
People fall their places filled, belts must turn, never be still
Wreaths of smoke, the mourning line
In turn we bow, Marking Time
Marking Time until the bell
Move outside, daylight gone, in step we shuffle on
Casualties of this campaign, another claimed, another ( machine man )
Feeling little, hoping less, boilers cry and frames process
A beating heart beneath the smoke, marching feet, surrendered souls
Chimneys rise in place of trees, O what Brave New World has these ?
Such sights, hang heads in line, a tyrant's beat now marking time
Marking Time, until the bell
Move outside, daylight gone, in step they shuffle on
Casualties of this campaign
Another claimed, another claimed
Somehow lost, from all we were, from all we could have hoped to be
Somehow lost, from all we knew, until replaced, until consumed
Cast adrift, how could we know ?
Oh blind we go.
One More Lost
Napier's Bones are a UK band steeped in classic prog and using it as a foundation for their own take on long-form
progressive rock music.
The focus is firmly on dramatic storytelling with subjects capable of resonating with today's listeners. Music that references the past but is very much of the here and now....more
Soothfully a phenomenal prog rock album—an instant classic. What motivates me to say so, is the music’s incredible expressiveness & its wonderfully cinematic song structures. Jargon is a very good fit with this band. It is quite evident that the band’s current lineup have great chemistry together & that they share a common affinity to this vein of music. I look forward to their next creation. Drifting Sun are definitely one of prog rock’s brightest lights. Thank you, DS!
9+/10. Alrihkh