1. |
Safety is Relative
02:37
|
|
||
|
Too bold, too brave, you're walking a thin line.
White lines shown on your hands and worn on your face.
Down streets that I don't remember
back home and have yet to go.
I have forget to be the person I haven't met, yet
and I have yet to meet you for a time and tried to forget.
|
||||
2. |
Down Below
03:26
|
|
||
|
Here we are!
Skin and bones!
Who we are
when we are down below.
Break it off
or let it go,
who we are
when we are down below.
Are we fine?
How could I know?
It's hard to tell
when we're both down below.
Break it off
or let it go
In your arms
I'm sinking down below.
Break it off
or let it go
here we are
I'm sinking down below.
Break it off
or let it show,
skin and bones!
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
|
We speak freely
far to easy
Not to compare
but to bury.
Drowning voices
sinking stories
Afraid to follow
what separates us from the unknown
You know
it's all for show
Circuits and firing lines
miles and miles of
circuits and glass Define
miles and miles of...
Automatically conditioned
but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try
If we were told to breathe
we wouldn't listen
Dismissed as another way to die
|
||||
4. |
Ok/No
04:40
|
|
||
|
Logging hours. medically
I shouldn't bend my spine this way
But all is fair when you've got no guts
blood pumping more than to your veins
Place your bets on cigarettes
and coffee leaving you with more
than a stain that is of course
you manage to make it that far.
Utilities are running high
from the bullshit lines I've made along the way
There must be more constructive ways
To keep my idol thoughts at bay
So tell me all your favorite things
and maybe they'll match mine
Tell me all your favorite things
and tell me i should leave all mine behind
I know we shouldn't be alone
|
||||
5. |
So This is It?
03:17
|
|
||
|
I'm so serious that i don't give a fuck about your end of the world
Is it so? Then make it what you will
I bet it's easy being so naive
and holding onto holding on
If this is the end
then i got all dressed up for nothing
If this the end we're better off dead
Can't you see your answer is too convenient for me
so I'll take mine and you take yours
Not that different from the day before
We're severing ties and tying up loose ends
Scores of regret and letters that we didn't send
I bet it's easy being so naive
and holding onto holding on
If this is the end
then i got all dressed up for nothing
If this the end we're better off dead
The messes we made are mistakes that you take to the grave
At the very least make up your bed
|
||||
6. |
My Ghost Friends
05:12
|
|
||
|
God is man
playing with nails to sew up seams
and love unrequited exists,
but between you and me
the idea that nothing lasts forever
appeals and intervenes between my thoughts
of giving up
on you or god damn,
the last words that i sing.
Bait
for easy wars
on your own terms.
Words, one-sided walls.
Spun jealous to concern.
Yourself, a mental image to preserve
a house, not a home
you can't live there alone.
Yet we age
on the split
and live for the spurn.
I miss my ghost friends most of all.
Your stories are ten stories tall.
Elaborate windowless walls.
I miss my ghost friends most of all.
You built these walls for a crutch, it's unnerving with purpose a social stigma won't sway a breeze,
You built these walls for a crutch, it's unnerving with purpose a social stigma. Knuckles to knees.
God is man
playing with nails to sew up seams
and love unrequited exists,
but between you and me
I miss my ghost friends most of all.
Your stories are ten stories tall.
Elaborate windowless walls.
I miss my ghost friends most of all.
|
||||
7. |
Backbone
04:56
|
|
||
|
Backbone? It takes one to know one.
Your headstone is buried behind the yard.
For all intents and purposes, we'll say you didn't know
how your self-inflicted, rattled bones kept others down below.
Naturally, it's easier to kill a singing song
then digging up your self-control. an untamed lion all for show.
I was born to bare your passive teeth,
but didn't last for long.
If i refuse to bury all i've ever seemed to say
does lion's pride seem justified and carried to the grave?
Or do the bones of all the singing crows
develop to your taste?
Backbone? It takes one to know one.
|
||||
8. |
Meal
01:26
|
|
||
|
You've got to pick yourself up
off the floor.
No one to
do it for
you.
To avoid the knives
that carve through
you
so easy.
They'll make a meal
out of you
for me.
They'll eat you alive.
|
||||
9. |
Pretend
04:18
|
|
||
|
I like to pretend
the lights are the veins of a city that's sick.
I like to pretend
the beast is swimming under the blue.
I like to pretend
that i'm invisible
to avoid
nervous thoughts between me and you.
Isn't it better
not knowing?
Nothing at all...
I wore words like a badge
and hung up ghosts for show
so I could pretend
that I had when I needed it
and if everyone else
could believe I'm invincibly sure,
then I can pretend
that I don't need
words or ghosts anymore.
Isn't it better
not knowing?
Nothing at all,
you're nothing at all.
Making up makes me sick, but so does being alone.
So I'll make it up as I go.
Sure enough, you're a thought, you're just intangible too.
No need to avoid nervous thoughts between me and you.
Isn't it better
not knowing?
Nothing at all,
you're nothing at all.
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
|
When you hit first,
my arms are heavy far too weak to fight you.
I may take swings,
useless, you'll have your way as you do.
Yes, you'll have your way, just like you always do.
Happiness is lived, it isn't said.
When I hit first,
I swore it'd be the last time I would end you
and it's so sweet
when you cower at the gun bought to defend you.
Happiness is lived, it isn't said.
With our last kiss,
I pulled it off and set it on the bedside.
I stole your car
in hopes of happy homes along the west coast.
Searching for a better place to hide.
If i can this would finally be the last time.
|
||||
WAKING THINGS Seattle, Washington
"...their penchant for passionate vocal performances, perky instrumentation, and iridescent melodies have kept them one of Seattle’s must-know artists of the modern era." - Northwest Music Scene
If you like WAKING THINGS, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 15, 2023
go to album
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits.
go to album
Blue Record (Deluxe Version)
by Baroness
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 15, 2023
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 12, 2013
go to album
The surprisingly comical new video from roaring metal group Red Fang is a tip of the hat to the original “Predator.”
go to album
Our Chemistry is a Tightrope
by porcupine
Hopscotching from jangle pop and post-hardcore to math rock and shoegaze, these Minnesota rockers have a gift for musical multitasking.
go to album
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations.
go to album
