1. |
Path
04:35
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now hold on defender you’ll get your turn
well you asked me what I know about despair
it’s everything that comes between us
in the blink of an eye
i did not expect you to survive
to be honest i don’t know no how long it takes
to create a conscience
I woke up
in the apartment where our parents used to live
we need an education, compassion or a shred of empathy
break for the hollow hello my name is true
an endless form of
clearly we were torn
with another restless ritual
i took the ashes off our mantle
the white linen cloth on the dining table
it frays and we all age this way
i said goodbye to the sweet old man
and sure enough it was all just bad advice
I woke up
in the apartment where our parents used to live
we need an education, compassion or a shred of empathy
break for the hollow hello my name is true
an endless form of
a vacant stare an empty set of questions
a small price to pay to beat the heat of every sick thought
the fever hung onto every word
as I blew dust from my body
its a tragedy that's played for me
we got it
its a comedy that follows me regardless
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2. |
Cough
03:37
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from every blast that faded
they were screaming out nice try
their gold rings are the opera of staying
a new century old
does this body have a purpose
awoken from a trembling dream
we hiss and lift and moan
I found a soft light on a brittle cheek
the one you’ve kissed a thousand times before
but all I hear is the soft hiss of permanence wishing you well
we worked so hard to fill up the day
having a crisis of vision
we tape a sign over the mirror
the great cell a grand prismatic wash
a comforting persistent cough
show someone you care
there is so much we don’t know
we reason and make sense of what we do
nothing ever speaks and nothing entered
this is what the seraph sang of our demise
i know your secret
you rub the the sting of the gravel road from your eyes
your neighbor's bat crashing against a small life
on the front lawn could you know any less
well it shows
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3. |
Mute
03:20
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it is strange the sound of your own voice
bleating out against the wind
i hope the sad buzzards don’t notice our death
the years they have made a mess
what is the animal
I think nothing only haste
someone leans over
to throw dirt in my open grave
a half million dead drunks
can’t seem to teach us a single thing
i'll admit i lie and i destroy
i'm the buzz of every fly
i'm pretty sure it gets worse
but i know that i've been wrong before
sleeping in a bed of horsehair
starving
yeah we wanted it all
and we fall like ribbons
who lust with a vague sense of purpose
yeah we wanted it all
unravel your tears onto my breast bone
yeah we wanted it all
the sound of your own voice
bleating out against the wind
the years they make no sense
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4. |
Cherry
06:46
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we're seen as the heathens
outside their frame of province
i know I know now
I'm unable to follow blindly like that
a village of apathetic lives starring me down
announcing this treason my unique flame stamped out
i know i know now
this love disrupts their safe formation
i carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life
on the rural atlas where i was born
feeling like a tourist in my own mind
in my darkest hour
i'm craving sensation
this revenge still begs the question
i know i know now
i should calm down but i never wanted it more
i bite my tongue and wonder is this all that there is
and are they capable of leaving the ghosts they follow
i know i know now
we need a new model of reason
i carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life
on the rural atlas where i was born
feeling like a tourist in my own mind
they found their way out
i've had enough i make my own life
they settled so numbingly down
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5. |
Trance
04:16
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it's the sound of one hand clapping against itself
so begins the 20 odd years of my idiotic war
i let out a howl so unspeakable
another wasted year
how the sky ignores me forever unimpressed
who knew you weren't just kidding
can you just tell me how we could've avoided this
do I have to lie down and take it
watch as the rot from the back of your eyes consumes us all
the old man stands looking down
stupidly triumphant
i blink i stare in horror
as i hammered the ground with my fists
who knew you weren't just kidding
can you just tell me how we could've avoided this
do I have to lie down and take it
watch as the rot from the back of your eyes consumes us all
i let out a howl
so unspeakable
even myself was left uneasy
but at least that we know we could never learn
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6. |
Wit
04:42
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i hadn’t even moved at all
your champion angel
there is a swollen knot below my ribs
and I have a laugh to soften the edge
in my room everything is wreckage
yeah
you made me the burning witch
but the last word is power
this is war
could we find a way together
a stab at the truth from across the world
like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth
clutching at my head as if to heal the split
when you’re hurt don't make a sound
we ran west our faces scraped blank
a tracer of maps this shape is final
distinguish need from from the obvious
yeah
i maybe the burning witch
but the last word is power
this is war
could we find a way together
a stab at the truth from across the world
like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth
clutching at my head as if to heal the split
when you’re hurt don't make a sound
call out from the nightmare
you can't escape from
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7. |
Village
02:26
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i’ve never felt as soft as this
threw my satin down and i walk on
all these hurtful words no longer stir in me
and i move on
wrote myself a little love song
and i got on
love does us in
over and over again
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8. |
Thousands
07:05
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just like that a ghost withdrew
tell us the story again
about how this isn’t atrophy of caring
well because every tent under the highway
is austere and unimaginable
is there virtue left
i know well show me
what should we take with us
my voice is so raw
because i had it all wrong
sick from the transit again
the century grinds on
but I am all worn out
do you see your reflection in this cautionary tale
while every dire thought just keeps pouring out now
this is all you ever wanted
to watch it collapse as the century grinds on
what should we take with us
my voice is so raw
because i had it all wrong
sick from the transit again
the century grinds on
but I am all worn out
do you see your reflection in this cautionary tale
while every dire thought just keeps pouring out now
do you recognize
this mortal coil
in the country homes
down the back roads
see our death
as gradual as glaciers
in their faces tracing
panic of an ordered life
what if we wanted more
not waking up to the taste of bad news again
i dare not ever ask though
i bawl at the splintered sunlight alone
not everyone i know
is poisoned by the fear of the unknown
what have we started
what are you looking for
i'm looking forward to some kind of ending right now
what do we know
you will fade just like everyone else
what if we wanted more
are you happy with the life that you chose
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Club Night Oakland, California
◈ Devin
◈ Ian
◈ Josh
◈ Nick
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