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The Saddest Smile
01:47
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When the dead
Visit in dreams
Whispering messages
Remain asleep
It's hard to decipher what their intentions were especially due to the brief nature of the visitation
What was wanted?
What was needed?
Was something wanted?
Was something needed?
Will you return and when will it be?
If you return, what will you bring?
You told me about "a kind of sort of man who lives in a castle"
Then you smiled and then you cried
I'm gonna leave my feelings swinging in the breeze
I'm gonna leave my fears hanging from a tree
I'm gonna leave pain blowing in the silent breeze
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A Passage for Trumpet
01:19
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Long ago comfort was found in desolation
Years later the flood returned
Lungs again filled with water
(the sun offered no relief to a town set to drown)
Desperation in seeking shelter from the rain
Turn to past defenses that are now ineffective
Weakened walls crack and crumble into rubble
The downpour drowned what seeds had remained
When will these clouds dissipate?
When will these clouds dissipate?
When will these clouds dissipate?
Options offered, decision made
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Newt
02:36
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At what point does belief in something become compromised to the extent that it becomes valueless?
And the product of a system that doesn’t even fucking care?
At what point?
Days to months, months to years
Time has passed, but not been lost
So find yourself and follow your heart
“So it goes:” “one foot in front of the other, through the leaves and over bridges”
Take. The. Long. Walk. To. Forever.
In the setting sun, we turn to dust, we walk hand in hand.
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Pendulum
01:55
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My mind is like a pendulum
Swinging back and forth
Loved ones fall victim
And “sorry” can never be enough
Goddamn—A friend once said
“Some days a spark burns the wall between you and the hell within you”
And when this story repeats, I retreat in my mind
You say the silence hurts you, but I remain confined
Dig deep beneath the layers of dirt
That have covered a sinking hole
Sift through the ash and soot
Of that house that burned down
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Autumn Breather
02:14
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Have you ever had your chest cave in so many times that it hurts to breathe?
What about second-guessing yourself until it causes your heart to bleed?
And dreams still lie at the bottom of that well, from all of those wretched years ago.
I’ve begun to hate the fall, cause it marks the coming snow.
And I’ve given up on this world I’ve condemned myself to.
By depicting these words to people now turned ghosts.
NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN.
Never again will I allow myself to be vulnerable to the curse of nostalgia.
The emptiness in that fall air
The absence in remembering
The smell of those dying leaves
The insecurities that shadow me
The fleetingness of the sunlight
The coldness of the night
The vacancy found in those trees
The uncertainty in that piercing breeze
The memories weaken me
The memories haunt me.
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Anhedonia
00:55
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Posture on the side of comfort
Refusal to engage in confrontation
Safety found living in contradiction
Everything is not okay
No everything is not perfect
Eventually things will be okay
And there lies the beauty in this life.
This should not have become a pastime
This should not become routine
This should not have become…
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7. |
If The Accident Will
02:47
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The air I breathe causes my lungs to freeze
And I’m stuck in this place of burning ash and smoke
I sit and watch as friends tell jokes
I’m so tired, burnt, numb, and broke
The only feeling I have
Is fireflies in my chest
The only sense that I have
Is longing for a place to rest
I had this vision
Of writing you a letter
And placing it in a bottle
Then throwing it out to sea
Would you try and find it?
It wouldn’t be a waste of time…
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8. |
Hug The Dark
06:40
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Old homes and painted rented rooms
Passing by less traveled roads
Rehashing stories to uncaring fools
Mixtapes open buried wounds
Do you remember jumping in puddles?
What about dancing on concrete?
How about screaming at the moon when nothing worked?
Or wandering streets drunk and alone?
The beds we made were always for two
But most nights dreams didn’t come true
And sometimes loneliness left a bitter taste
As the rain on windowsills carried me away.
Waves crash on the shores of my mind
Memories flood from a simpler time
Late night chats and driving around town
Following the drunken guide of the moon
A wave of static washed over me
And its tide dragged me out to sea
Eventually all strength diminished
And the current swallowed me
I crashed and splintered
Amongst other shipwrecks
Woefully I laid my head
Woefully I…
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