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Saturday Morning

from Facsimile of a Dream by Easter

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Saturday morning and I’m Trafford bound
Old songs behind me and the new waiting to be found
I can’t face that scene tomorrow, I don’t have many of those left
There’s only so much tension you can carry in your chest
Saturday morning, those messages kill me dead
Just let me out of this, I need a whole new mess

What got into you, never left it’s true
You’re in this fight for good
This forbidden dream, runs aground again
But the tide lifts us up soon

A manufactured glimpse of this early sun
The grey never leaves but the dullness you can overcome
It’s baked in you know, all that rivers of blood
Let’s take these fuckers down and keep em down for good

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from Facsimile of a Dream, released February 23, 2024

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Easter Manchester, UK

“Wry, self-lacerating alt-rock of the early 90s” UNCUT

"astonishing"★★★★ Record Collector

Manchester indie-rockers Easter have built a reputation as one of the city’s best-kept secrets. Spurred along by singer/guitarist Tom Long with a rotating cast of Manc-underground shredders, they've developed a formidable sound melding catchy indie-rock with articulate jams.
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