From the recording Illusionland
The bittersweet indie rock of Oblivion Kiss dances with devotion and upheaval, with dramatic declarations of mad obsession fraught with abstract imagery rich in meaning that cascade through history. Beastly’s even mocked by a canned laugh track in the final verse as he rails from beyond the grave against the surreal absurdity of the times “they’ve ground my bones into the sand, I’ve passed the torch into your hand, they’re burning books with Piltdown man” In a playfully twisted tale of surreal vision that lead to bold declaration that can “kill or cure this world I’m in” which can either be taken as a confession of love or a tragic war cry.
Lyrics
Emotion colors crashing stars
Survival Bliss in burning cars
So take me now the war ain't over
For dissidents within a dream
The night falls down on you and me
In my failed state ‘reality’
Oblivion kisses on her lips
To kill or cure this world I’m in
Rocket fire and champagne glow
With seasons changing in revolt
Hand in hand we let it go
The future can’t escape the past
The firing line is under glass
And I was told what did I know?
Oblivion kisses on her lips
To kill or cure this world I’m in
They’ve ground my bones into the sand
I’ve passed the torch into your hand
They’re burning books with Piltdown man
Emotion colors crashing stars
Survival Bliss in burning cars
So take me now the war ain't over
Oblivion kisses on her lips
To kill or cure this world I’m in