I’m just a symptom of the moral decay
That’s gnawing at the heart of the country
The The’s 1983 debut fuses soul searching introspective lyrics with industrialized synth soundscapes to create a masterpiece in self-induced psychosocial warfare and urban decay. Well crafted, beautifully written, Soul Mining is a critical, possibly risky, 47 minute speculation in the exercise of the mind, body and soul. Let’s dance!
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place