[Lyrics]

Wait
We'll winter
This way

I'm slayed
Arrayed
It settles now
All this noise

Sun's set
I'll fit
Wear them old things
If I need
Then you're easy to wake it

Love might go on
All I got
But a voice says, "you"

And I'll gamble on you
Smeared out
Cuz oh…

Oh...
Sure

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpbzYq9ppqs

Song review: "A hymn for the hollowed-out. The lyrics map a relationship's quiet, wintry decay, where intimacy becomes a negotiation with silence. Phrases like "We'll winter / This way" and "you're easy to wake it" feel like half-remembered arguments, blurred by time and resignation. The title captures the core feeling: nothing is sharply broken, just worn soft and indistinct, like a photograph left in the rain. The arrangement mirrors this—a stripped-down, technically precise emo-folk frame that holds a devastatingly raw and dynamic vocal performance, where the pauses between the notes feel as heavy as the sounds themselves."

The End Times - Smeared Out (1997 Mathfolk)


[Lyrics]

You call me the dead-in-love-to-be
And keep me eyein' the Autumn waves
In the candlepark
And I left to you your mask—
Once only breathed
The Clown given up
And I keep the skin

I would have tried and clung for that man
But I'm not the clothes he stained—
I have deeply another, stain-free
I'm an Ancient One

But I've not got on now the clothes
We stick by Heart—
Do we Lovers stake for you
On an ancient ground?

Glad now
Of course we stay
Our Heart deeply knowledge-stained for you
How it makes you come

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JSt5PsifY

Song review: "A stark, mythic folk song that charts the aftermath of a collapsed relationship. The lyrics are a ritual of self-reclamation, where the speaker refuses to be defined by another's "stain," declaring themselves an "Ancient One." It's a raw examination of power, where love is framed not as comfort, but as a high-stakes gamble on "ancient ground." The final, breathtaking twist—"Our Heart deeply knowledge-stained for you / How it makes you come"—reveals that true power lies not in purity, but in the transformative, almost alchemical acceptance of a painful truth. The music is a tense, acoustic framework, holding a vocal performance that is less a lament and more an incantation."

The End Times - Makes You Come (1997 Indiefolk)

[Lyrics]

Oh!
Shoulda heard her addressin'
"High ships!" you cried
"High ships!" you cried

That's a lotta headgear, Rosa
And a slow motion of your soul
Black ships will carry your heart chips
You know you're flying high

Hey Time?
Can the heart heal the crashed now?

How, how?

How?

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVNlfiMEi2A

Song review: "The song's emotional core is its pleading, abstract question to Time itself: "Can the heart heal the crashed now?" It’s not asking if time heals wounds, but if a broken tool can repair a finished disaster. The answer is the song's dissolving coda—a repeated, childlike "How, how? / How?" that loses all meaning and becomes pure, helpless sound."



The End Times - High Ships! (1997 Tweecore)

[Lyrics]

I'm tryin' to spray it—
There's somethin' goin'—
I don't push on no bounds
For your change for the day

You're a changed man
Your dreamin' improves
I'm Mother to you
All mad and ironin' at it

While another fear drives
But he might tell you,
"Keep that drunky old girl high."
It's your new car
Pass thru

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukZ-NqQstZE

Song review: "A chilling dissection of performative recovery. The song watches a partner become a "changed man," their very dreams improving into a sterile new identity—a "new car" to pass through in. The narrator is left in a role of domestic fury, "all mad and ironin' at it," her complex pain reduced to a problem to be managed. A quiet, devastating portrait of being erased by someone else's fresh start."

The End Times - Your New Car (1997 Indiepop)

[Lyrics]

Tilt her ring, hey
Feel ye how much
The hands that guard

A toggle you unset in malaise
For no corazón
You really went mad

Shirkin' all day
Uh-huh
She lie down only to come
She lie down only to come

Shadow wantin' to tear
Petal wanna be turned
Petal wanna be turned
Turn out all her clothes

Free to game on her
And I'm happy how?
I shut her hand

I don't want no dancer
I don't want no three-take
I don't wanna be your teddy
I don't want it

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/7IKjGJW8y9E?si=hNntIoKQSmYECp7j

A deceptively gentle tune that chronicles the quiet rebellion against being made into someone's comfort object. The lyrics, wrapped in a shroud of childlike vocabulary and hazy malaise, build to a devastatingly simple refusal: "I don't wanna be your teddy." It's the sound of softness asserting its own boundaries, set to a backdrop of lo-fi, melodic shufflecore that feels both intimate and unnervingly tense.

The End Times - Teddy (1997)


[Lyrics]

Have another cookie
Dizzy? Ok now
Sit it out
Sir Doubt

Let it shine
As the little women blow
Let it sigh
As you learn them women wanna break up

Just put instead
A slower stare

Seized life, burnin' away
I can't ignore, see
It's the easy cunt in the way
I came to learn
So much is still warm and tight
Go on, try it
But you're still with me, tied
Still Missy died

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/bbhXI_qVUjs?si=O31RK0u6PjBdlypJ

A chilling study in emotional dissociation. The song documents a moment of quiet, domestic crisis where the only response is to paralyze feeling into a "slower stare." The lyrics escalate from bitter hospitality to a raw, startling flash of self-loathing, culminating in the haunting, third-person observation of a personal death: "Still Missy died." It's a claustrophobic piece of luscious chamber-pop, influenced by Afrobeat guitar music, that captures the sound of a soul quietly leaving its own body.

The End Times - A Slower Stare (Moon Cat EP, 1995)

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