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  • book_ends

    free d/l of the two LPs here: http://ghosts.wantstogiveyou.com/#

    30 déc. 2013 Répondre
  • book_ends

    if anyone was looking for the List songs, they are all on David's bandcamp page: http://listless1.bandcamp.com/album/list-side-of-the-split-lp-with-perfect-future (check out his other stuff, too; the List songs all were based on his solo work)

    24 jui. 2013 Répondre
  • roawr

    Put the lyrics on songmeanings as well, thanks Alan! http://songmeanings.com/artist/view/songs/137438975356/

    23 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Heavy Hand Look at the sun as long as you can. Look at the houses here from where you stand. Are the lights on? Are they waking to the sound of the breaking that you won’t sing? The closest thing I have is in the palm of your heavy hand. Not everyone will move when they hear the sound of that gun. If there’s something that is weighted, you can’t carry, (you don’t need to) carry alone.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Author’s Name I’m reaching down, reaching out, trying to find your hand. Will guide me? Can you help me to understand? Starting from the first page, looking for the lie’s name. The uttered sounds a thousand mouths fracture an author’s name. I won’t reach down or reach shit out. I’m not trying to find your hand if there’s something you’re hiding for the seizure of our dissonance.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Simple Math They said the numbers were at equal. They set the tone; I felt divided. The calculations were a sure thing; I didn’t buy it. I took the line; I took the time, tried to spread it out. I couldn’t find a single sign that felt the same. Your ten is my two, and in the contrast, where are you? What’s your name? I checked your figures. I reassessed and reassigned in order to try and find how you got your numbers. They didn’t match; I guess the test was the only thing that’s blind. The scales were weighted; tilt it left, tilt it right until it suits your needs. How you got your numbers.. Doctor results to fit the goal, a tempered guarantee. I vacate these educations, safely saving the divisions away from the scales you’re swinging. And the decision’s the autoclave; it’s creating pressure releasing me, unsure.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Weathered Days They said a chance of snow; how much did you ever really know? You said it’s cold out here; the sky was bright and clear. I said I can’t rely on the things the news might tell me. You said look outside; can you even see the stars from here? You said if we stay this way we will never know the time to move. Even though it’s cold outside, I’d rather take the chance to leave. You said you can’t deny that the air is crisp and frozen. I think it’s a better way for our world to breathe. Now you’re turning around farther from me. In the ways that we tried, in the ways that we lied, was a way that we tried, was the way that we died. All the things that read are the things you can’t see. The things that I read, a new history. All I see from here is how we once were closer to me.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    ...cont'd: To shake all evidence in a pocket’s one red cent devotional by sense with pockets baring threads, I needed a marksman to thread my needles through and through if I’m to run this down and sew it up, tearing, torn, unused. The fires magnified in certain light (magnified in light). Living underneath an ill lit sky (but thriving without light). And the fires magnify with time. It’s getting late to change a mind. It turned to a cculture of discouragement. Like coins, let’s spend the youth, or get them used to spending hard attention to the truth. “O, the ramparts we watch,” yeah, just blacking out on start. Did you realize the weapon is inside the walls of your heart?

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Blocking Out the Stars All the time he spent waiting for the end; the end never came. It was like an endless song. And it took some time before he realized that their lives were run by the steel and wire of powerlines. The electricity which moves so easily, when it’s gone the solar system will just carry on. And though people keep in touch, their bodies go untouched. They’re well preserved for a future of transmissions from above. Perfectly in sync, ten billion hearts would start. He waited for the end, but the end became a start. All he had was this moment in his hands, a poison dart to shoot his magnificent plans right into the sky, and they come tumbling down into the powerlines he held right in his hands.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    To Your Health Well, here’s to his health, man. See how he hardly stands? And if it weren’t for the shine in his shoes, how would he walk over you? How should he understand when there is no plan? He has no plan. I’m so sorry son. A fatherless father’s memory’s a ton. (You that you’d shut it down). If you stay the same, it’s yourself you have to blame. There’s a line. And if you cross that line, if you walk that path, you will make some turns where there’s no return.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Not So Long Ago Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart. Keep a box of photos, snapshots to memorize. Mapping current situations to pieces of other lives. Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart. Trying hard to recall times we had, times we shared. Wasn’t so long ago, but the focus blurs in my mind, trying to find a source or connection, a certain gesture or phrase that brings it all back to me. Memories fade, but experience is mapped in lines on hands and face which lead to heart.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
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    Retina It’s like the second that you smiled the reels jammed up, the film caught fire. The lights go down; the house burns to the ground. Retina’s seared so I’m writing it down. There are two of us with too much to discuss. Let’s just turn around and turn it out. Ghosts behind me they sing out of key. I went crazy by believing. Do you feel cold? Does your blood still flow? Or are we in the throes? The suspicions, the lack of proof, the motivation, it’s a ruse. The uncertain certainties, like when you’ll die and then, how free? It’s like the second that you breathe glaciers melt into the sea. Oh, let’s turn around and turn it out. Ghosts behind me they sing out of key. I went crazy by believing. Do you feel cold? Does your blood still flow? Or are we in the throes?

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
  • book_ends

    lyrics for to your health: A New Design So show me where is the place where your light goes. You owe me a little reason, part of a second. We were all caught up in talk. I couldn’t feel it, don’t feel it. Your hand was out ready to shake. I couldn’t take it. There’s got to be a better design, a new way to communicate. Always trying to sell a new line, I heard you say it. Did you fake it? It’s never quite what you sell; it’s how you say it, how you said it. You think it’s just in the way that we are. I’m not buying, I can’t buy it. They say in a way it’s okay. This is how we behave. This is how we relate. I am trying so hard not to hear you, because when you’re saying, you’re always selling.

    22 jui. 2013 Répondre
  • JeromesDream

    Ground Gives Out.

    24 avr. 2012 Répondre
  • NeroVsCaligula

    For anyone who likes emo/screamo/hardcore, i'm putting out a really awesome compilation with big names like Birds in Row, Old Gray, Calculator, мища and more, along with a bunch of smaller bands. Here's the preview, check out the other albums (including the first volume of the comp), and like my label and our partner label (the name is also a joke) http://interskramzrecords.bandcamp.com/album/interskramz-volume-2 https://www.facebook.com/InterskramzRecords https://www.facebook.com/pages/INSRGNT-Arts/115929735160540

    15 avr. 2012 Répondre
  • DeucesAreWild

    awesome band

    15 fév. 2012 Répondre
  • ILikeYourSuit

    still so fucking good, and blindfold king is still too underrated aswell as submerge

    15 déc. 2011 Répondre
  • D-A-N-

    didn't know about List. good lookin' out

    8 oct. 2011 Répondre
  • OliSau

    Not sure what they are all doing - Alan was in a band called List for a bit - not too far off The Van Pelt. Check 'em out!

    7 sept. 2011 Répondre
  • book_ends

    Website is long defunct.

    24 jui. 2011 Répondre
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