With handy innovations like Snocap and iTunes that let listeners buy songs individually, I would recommend checking out "Gutter of Disneyland" or "Dear Dictator," and if you're pleased and wanting more (a definite possibility), you may find yourself purchasing the whole album. Although Until the World Is Happy is not as completely solid as it could be, the band's command of structure and presentation is impressive, especially in the first four songs. Small Leaks Sink Ships show incredible promise for a young band in an overcrowded scene. Wake up you sleepyhead Rub your eyes, get out of bed Wake up the wicked witch is dead Shes gone where the goblins go, Below - Below - Below Yo-ho, lets open up and sing and ring the bells out. "Sackcloth and Ashes" does show flashes of musical genius in the start-and-stop rhythm and catchy melody, but the sparkly clean guitar-lead has become an all-too-common mechanism of the emo-pop explosion. The second set of songs features two instrumentals, one fairly flat acoustic and bongo number, and a handful of others similar to the first half, but lacking the bite and oomph of the first four. Unfortunately, the record is a bit top-heavy. SLSS show a definite Thursday influence on the five-minute "The Best Time of the Worst Year," that sees the band's melodic post-hardcore tendencies hit its stride as singer Judd Hancock's vocals reach towering heights and drummer London VanRooy beats the snare relentlessly through the extended chorus, slowing only for the Hancock's relatively catchy verse. "Gutter of Disneyland" provides Johnny Whitney-level shrieks layered above interesting and abnormal timing that comes together for a heart-pounding climax before lingering off into a hypnotic fade of electric guitars. "Dear Dictator" is a paradigm for the band's greatest strength of flexibility that builds on jagged rhythms and spinning guitar leads that transitions easily into a melodic piano-led segment before violent and spastic, yet precisely timed slams. The first four songs on the album are nearly flawless. In fact, labeling this band indie rock would not only be doing them a great disservice, it would fail to reveal the band's robust songwriting and hard-hitting performance on Until the World Is Happy Wake Up You Sleepyhead Sun. There is love.For a band that claims indie rock, Small Leaks Sink Ships do post-hardcore incredibly well. No matter what is going on outside these walls, inside there is peace. I love the feeling though, of all of us being under the same roof, together. (I read once about an airplane that crashed into a house while everyone was asleep! Guess they thought they were safe too!) The uncircumcised and defiled will not enter you again. Put on your garments of splendor, O Jerusalem, the holy city. ( Isaiah 51:17 ) Awake, awake, O Zion, clothe yourself with strength. I knew that, in reality, I could not keep my boys safe growing up, even when they were inside with me for the night. Rise up, O Jerusalem, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the cup of his wrath, you who have drained to its dregs the goblet that makes men stagger. When the boys were little, my favorite time of day was bedtime, when we were. Wake up you sleepyhead Rub your eyes, get out of bed Wake up the wicked witch is dead She's gone where the goblins go Below, below, below Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells. However, this morning, he had already left for work when I got up. Wake up, wake up - you great big sleepy head. He and John boy were still talking when I went to bed, but sometime in the night, I found myself tiptoeing to his bed to check and make sure he was safe. Gillian had a friend over and he needed to sleep in order to make it to work today, so he came over. John boy would "jump right out of bed." Jason would grunt and turn over! "Wake up, wake up, you great big sleepy head.Īll right, all right, I'll jump right out of bed!" Sometimes, they would wander into the kitchen on their own, but if we were going somewhere, or later when they were in school, I would go into their room and sing to them.
My second favorite time of day was morning, when I could feel their little bodies still warm from sleep. I would make many trips in to check on them after they had gone to bed, to be sure they were still tucked away, safe and sound.
("You just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I'll come running.") Tommy usually put a record on our old turntable, for them to listen to as they went to sleep. When the boys were little, my favorite time of day was bedtime, when we were all under one roof.safe for the night.
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