w/ blessed indifference
w/ blessed indifference is a band out of Iowa City, Iowa. They consist of 8
interchangeable members playing various instruments. Formed in October, 2001 they have
been a staple of the IC underground scene; playing only to small crowds at private residences or rented out pool halls and Veteran's clubs. The impetus of their forming was over a discussion the 8 friends had regarding the tragedy of 9.11.01, over their traditional Sunday morning breakfast of pancakes. (Layered generously with peanut butter and Nutella). Being moved by the heroism of the New York City Fire Department, that morning while the coffee was still hot, they wrote and recorded an instrumental tribute to the FDNY, aptly calling it--FDNY. The sound bytes were added during production and a single released the same week. Thus, the makings of w/ blessed indifference had begun.
Since then, they have recorded several singles but have only released them on vinyl and refuse to allow digital copies to be posted at this time. They agreed however, that FDNY can be shared with the world--as they champion the bravery and sacrifice of firemen around the world.
Update: 08.-06.-06
We are pleased to announce that fans of w/blessed indifference have leaked a track from the band's upcoming LP-- 'We Are But Gum on their Shoes.' This MP3 entitled: 'Spot Sees World End' is sure to make waves worldwide. We offer it here exclusively at Art Never Dies dot com for the first time. Enjoy it before we get our asses sued for millions that we don't have. Hell, we can barely make the payments to keep this site up, who are we kidding? Download and share! Download and share! F the corporate swine of Columbia, Sony, Capitol, EMI, Warner, Geffen and all those other nameless fat and greedy execs in bed with the current administration. w/blessed indifference would probably even give us their blessed blessing. Or something like that.
Spot Sees World End
When the realization sets in
When you can see through the fallen branches
When the blue haze of blurred images sharpen
Into the razor’s edge of existence
Slaked of thirst in the clarity
Warmed in the light of understanding
And know that life is as faint and fleeting
As the yellow pollen flower dust on your nose
We’re blind
A certain order to things
It’s got to be that way I guess
We’re left without the sequence
As we go spinning through this vortex of flesh and blood
Trying to grasp on to some truth, some reality
Something
It’s not like sand slipping through your fingers
It’s more like cold water on your face
Never really understanding at all you give it up
You just thought you knew the taste
We’re blind
FDNY
(Instrumental)
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