Semaphore is equal parts ear bleedingly loud and barely audible, equal parts precociously dogmatic and riddled with self doubt.
Semaphore is waking up in the morning and realizing that you’ve sacrificed the best part of your youth and sanity for an ideal that’s becoming less black and white with every passing day.
Semaphore is walking in the opposite direction to everybody else at nine am and wondering if they’ll ever see the morning through the same eyes as you.
Semaphore is yearning for a past that probably never existed, an over stimulated brain seeking some kind of simplicity.
Semaphore is the first cold beer on a summer’s day and the taste in your mouth the morning after.
Semaphore is the heart beating hard in your chest and the violence of a kiss in a midnight street.
Semaphore is so far up its own hole it’s looking out the other side and laughing at itself.
Semaphore has no respect for authority, religion, politics, banks, uniforms, celebrity, product demographic, chit-chat and shit-shovellers of all descriptions
Semaphore is a self governing independent democratic republic of guitar, bass and drums
Semaphore is working on new material and will return shortly
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