1. |
"Brand New"
05:04
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It's ok. It's alright. Go back to bed now, everything is fine
But I don't buy it all, oh no. I can feel it in the rag and the bone
That everything has changed in my life
And I'll be picking up the pieces 'til I die
It's no life
How long's the wait into heaven anyway?
I imagine a single-file procession slowly creeping past the gates
And how much say do we really have in anything we do?
Does everyone become a ghost?
Who haunts where, and who haunts who?
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
You know that's what I grew up believing
How long's the wait into heaven anyway?
I envision miles of torrid ocean, black and boundless in its length
All my loved ones stacked in limbo, bodies making up the waves
Calling out in tongues through the gnashing of their teeth
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
You know that's what we all like believing
I need to see some wild birds
I need to feel like it's worth it
I need a reason to go on
'Cause I can't stop my mind
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2. |
"Heirlooming"
03:33
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I awake in the night again
To find them hanging down
Like vines from the ceiling
Tangled strands of almost invisible string
Coiled round my neck as reigns
Held by some great, invisible king
You're a god here
In the land of the living but-when
Where I play the worm
On a stage, a cathedral of dirt
Where I reign in the salt of the earth
Brought out by the dew and the shade
Just to feed the birds
I have mulled it over and over
Life it is but a vulture
Sometimes it leaves you scraps of meat
Most times it is but the bones
You're a god here
In the land of the living what-if
In the red cities
Fortresses forged by regret
And the rest, yeah the rest, well the rest should remain as it was
As it were, and the world
The world just spins like a top
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3. |
"The Recess" (Interlude)
01:45
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4. |
"Omador"
03:53
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Palacio del Rio, I felt the hair stand up on our necks
At the thought of what we'd captured, if you can capture something like that
There before me, past the door, old abandoned Casino Club foyer
Bygone glare of an Alamo soldier, forlorn in its air as if to say
I am trapped here and I don't have a key
To any door within this hallway
The past it lures me in and then surrounds me
With hope that I could start again
Yeah I get it, well I've felt like that forever
But I know things get better
Or at least that's what they tell me
And I tell other people when they're down
And hangin' around, taking my life force
And suckin' it out, leaving me empty of
All of my energy, but needing some help or
Needing a hand when half the time
I am lost here and I don't have a map
To any place outside this body
My fears and my regrets like oceans in an hourglass
The time it drowns me
I'd seen you before, in a dream
Now too hazy to say who you were, where we are
What it means, Omador, in the dark
Sings the song of a magni dolor to the night
But it sounds like a scream
Yeah it sounds like a scream, feels like a scar
That everyone knows how you got
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5. |
"Cardinals"
04:53
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When you are gone I will regret
The few times I had power and did nothing with it
Like come over or call
To say I miss him, too, you're not alone
But I never do the things I wish I'd done
Just keep finding new ways to fuck things up
And I know if I don't do something I'm gonna hate who I become
Hate the person I've become
When you are gone I will regret
The few times I had power and did nothing with it
Like come over or call
Cause I was too sad, or too scared, or anxious, or vulnerable
No I never say the things I wish I'd said
Just keep 'em all held captive in my head
By now if I don't do something I'm gonna hate the way this ends
Over and over again
Oh I hope that you don't take this in the wrong way
But I found myself hoping he'd die before he forgot me
I just couldn't stand the thought of him not calling me Code
And confusing the goddamn phone
Confusing the goddamn phone
Confusing the phone for the goddamn TV remote
Yet I never do the things I wish I'd done
Just keep finding new ways to fuck things up
And I know if I don't do something I'm gonna hate who I become
Hate the person I've become
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NORPHLET Los Angeles, California
Atmospheric alt-rock duo out of TX/CA.
"They'll hit you like a spectre of
past emo days. A heartfelt call to those old tough rock ghosts, where it was ok to chug through power chords while laying all your fears on the table"
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