Mornings in the Afterlife
04:51
I don’t want to seem ungrateful
but something’s different this year
I can’t swallow something so simple
losing you was my greatest fear
and I don’t want to bring you down
because I know we just drank all the beer
maybe I should go into town
where everyone after Christmas disappears
mornings in the afterlife
they’re out of sight
white snow make the ash look white
the lights look lovely strung across the streets
I’ve never seen December scream
I should’ve written one last letter
the sum up my life long dreams
mornings in the afterlife
they’re out of sight
jack Frost haunts my dreams at night
mornings in the afterlife
they’re out of sight
first dates suck the air out tight
mornings in the afterlife
they’re out of sight
kids with fists in bloody fights
mornings in the afterlife
they’re out of sight
angels hovering in light
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ABOUT SHUNKAN
Shunkan is a Los Angeles based rock band steeped in the young traditions of left of the dial underground. Shunkan (shoon-kahn) translates from Japanese to “in a moment”. Frontwoman Marina Sakimoto confronts her duality not only as as a half-Japanese artist, but in the emotional balance of yin and yang. Warm dueling guitars akin to the jangly riffs of Pavement and earnest second-wave emo marry Sakimoto’s voice, ranging from heartbreaking coos to animalistic howls. Whether transitioning between pedal-gazing deemed as “mastering the Kevin Shields shoegaze staple like nobody else” (DIY Mag) or raw confrontation in a stripped-down setting, Shunkan accomplishes the feat of maintaining real individuality while remaining cohesive throughout.
ABOUT SHUNKAN
Shunkan is a Los Angeles based rock band steeped in the young traditions of left of the dial underground. Shunkan (shoon-kahn) translates from Japanese to “in a moment”. Frontwoman Marina Sakimoto confronts her duality not only as as a half-Japanese artist, but in the emotional balance of yin and yang. Warm dueling guitars akin to the jangly riffs of Pavement and earnest second-wave emo marry Sakimoto’s voice, ranging from heartbreaking coos to animalistic howls. Whether transitioning between pedal-gazing deemed as “mastering the Kevin Shields shoegaze staple like nobody else” (DIY Mag) or raw confrontation in a stripped-down setting, Shunkan accomplishes the feat of maintaining real individuality while remaining cohesive throughout.