The Sunday Belts

The Sunday Belts

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
BandRockSoul

We're basically an all black rock band with a vintage and soulful sound.

Biography

The Sunday Belts bring a soulful indie brand of rock. Based in the heart of BedStuy, drummer Brian Mason, vocalist Ida Divine, bassist Dash Miller and guitarist Kenny Dixon joined to form the band at the start of 2013. The group is driven to write songs that juxtapose the complex and elemental sides of music and life with honest straightforward lyrics.

Relentless grooves and melodic chords ignite a compelling and colorful sound. The group is currently recording their first and still untitled EP as their own brand of working class poetry.

Lyrics

Stay

Written By: The Sunday Belts

Chances are we are the ones

who hurt ourselves but we are jaded

Tell you a story of the one who ran away

From certain faiths

Silly boy who broke my heart

And never gave an explanation

I believe it was destiny

Stay Stay

I need a reason I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason oh I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason I need a reason

I thought you felt what I felt

And its kind of faded

Seems as though

I need to know how the story ends

You never gave it the chance to begin

Stay Stay

I need a reason I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason oh I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason I need a reason

Who runs away from something so real

Do you even feel

I know your hearts not bad

I hope you find a way back

Standing here standing here

Waiting my dear

Oh come find it baby

I need a reason I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason oh I need a reason I need a reason

I need a reason I need a reason

Stay Stay Stay Stay

Topsy Turvy

Written By: The Sunday Belts

Topsy turvy young and dirty

Watch out now the desperate ones will find you, find you

Karma knows we didn’t see you

If you go we’ll surely miss you

You’re trying too hard

Trying too hard

Too hard

Too hard

Modern life won’t get you far

Take your hopes up out that jar

Nothing in life comes to us easy

Oh modern life won’t get you far

Take your hopes up out that jar

Nothing in life comes to us for free

Young and busty american beauty

Don’t stop now or the simple life will find

Find you

The beautiful ones they make death tremble

When they go soon you’ll resemble

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

Too hard

Too hard

Modern life won’t get you far

Take your hopes up out that jar

Nothing in life comes to us easy

Oh modern life won’t get you far

Take your hopes up out that jar

Walk on water make your own wine

If you lose your soul

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

Walk on water make your own wine

If you lose your soul

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

Walk on water make your own wine

If you lose your soul

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

You’re trying too hard

Fire (in your eyes)

Written By: The Sunday Belts

This life it blows like the winds of time

A soul could lose it’s place

Doubt creeps in confusing individuals

Belief so far away

That childhood smile that lingers in the distance

Obstructed by the laws of the land

Oh man can build a home with his fingers

And destroy the universe with his mind

But I see fire in your eyes

I see fire in your eyes

Belief’s just a blink away

Oh I see fire in your eyes

Oh yea, oh, oh yea

This life it blows like the winds of time

A soul could lose it’s place

Doubt creeps in confusing individuals

Belief so far away

That childhood smile that lingers in the distance

Obstructed by the laws of the land

Oh man can build a home with his fingers

And destroy the universe with his mind

Belief’s just a blink away

Oh I see fire in your eyes

Oh yea, oh, oh yea

Cowards

Written By: The Sunday Belts

Cold-blooded faces

With nothing to gain but your heart and trust

Who’s afraid to love

Appreciate the ones who give it

Only cowards can break your heart

These are dangerous times that tear us all apart

Watch out they’ll get you

Hypnotize you with their song

Empty vessel

Guard your heart from those who prey on

Only cowards can break your heart

These are dangerous times that tear us all apart

Who here’s afraid to love

Cause I love you now

You’re heart’s not made of stone

Who here’s afraid to love

Cause I love you now

Your heart’s not made of stone

Made of stone, made of stone

Made of stone

Who here’s afraid to love

Cause I love you now

Your heart’s not made of stone

Discography

At the End of the Day [EP]

Set List

Fire in your eyes
Cowards
Time
The Fight
Topsy Turvy
Under the Gowanus
Seven Nation War