Close your eyes to the war, swallow,
fan the flames till the core is hollow.
Always something to learn and you will,
but when the take away burns it kills.
Close your ears to the sounds ringin.
What was lost can be found singin.
If a shadow needs light to live
then there's something inside to give.
Hollow...
To give yourself to something that you can't see,
forgive the doubts of silent surrendering,
to love and trust the beauty in everything
will dig you out of messes that you can't clean.
I love you and wish you well,
you'll be fine, I can tell.
You're gonna get out of this
hollowed shell prison cell.
Everyone everywhere
has got some things they don't share.
Everything is gonna be
what we know they ought to be.
I know you know it comes and goes in waves.
I feel the pain to live like we have no names.
I know you know the struggle's a passing phase.
I feel the pain to live like we have no names.
From Leipzig, Rustre craft soft, surging post-rock songs wreathed in atmospherics and marked with sparkling guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2021
German producer and singer-songwriter Rustre makes darkly lush, emotive music with a pop heart and crisp ambient textures. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2020