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Hometown
05:05
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Even now I recall the days you came around,
setting fire to the times ahead,
We trashed the crowns of control.
For everything that we said, misguided or profound,
Now through the dust we can see the ruins of our hometown.
And every club that got shut down was a part of us.
The lines that echo on in our minds
- are they more real now that they’re gone?
Situations of certainty.
Abandoned hooks and choruses.
Dancing wasted and wanting more from our lives.
Never thought we would see the end of this.
Never thought I’d regret a thing.
Never thought I would call in sick,
But giving up really gets to you.
Let’s make our peace.
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2. |
Save
04:23
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Returning from out of town,
The seasons, the years your passengers.
How many miles did it take to seal
The comfort of your pain, your tears?
Shadows to interfere -
the past that lies in wait for you, written to reappear.
I missed you but nothing changed -
the silence, it’s hard on all of us
And where do you turn in a place
Where every fracture bears your name and face?
Don’t place the blame on me,
I lost my faith in everything.
Don’t take it out on me.
Rain clouds,
Freak outs,
Knife edge,
- return to me,
come home.
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3. |
Standing Apart
04:14
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Hanging out with enemies, losing friends,
There’s a silence inside of me that never ends,
And sitting out infinity, or near enough sometimes,
I wait for comfort to come to me, then change my mind and wake up.
In a city of dissonance and shadow play,
You’re my only company when I’m away,
And I’m holding out for unity in the fracture we’ve become.
I was once where I used to be, I’m sure of that.
Now we’re standing at opposites,
and looking back,
I want to see what the future holds from where you’re placed in time,
To draw a map and lose myself within its lines, then check out.
Our solace of symmetry faded away,
Despite our complicity within this cycle of decay.
I never thought to hold my breath,
Now I keep holding out for unity in the fracture we’ve become.
I know it’s hard to change your mind,
And leave that half of you behind.
Keep staring in from the outside
To see beyond the point where we separate.
We separate, disintegrate the length and depth of the silence,
And it’s all we retain of each other.
You think about suicide, it’s not enough,
I focus on peace of mind and it’s too much.
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4. |
Ink Runs Out
06:46
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The curfew’s in place,
shroud on the streets,
so we fill the hours wth emptiness and silence.
I’d trade them for nothing I can describe
or would care to keep a picture of and treasure.
They’ll never know
the layers of vanishing into the void,
the sedatives.
The way we fold and collapse in.
Through the blinds, time fades in to burn the days,
the spaces where I rely on you to finish my sentences,
as I drag your arms the length of their ink.
Now that the colors are paler than before,
do we get to leave ourselves behind,
and venture on?
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5. |
Trace
02:32
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True threshold of the morning light,
Cutting through the calm, the state you forgive.
With so much to lose so much to live,
passive, the ceiling gets the better of you,
The strength you call your own.
So you trash your room like it’s meant to be,
Trace around the shards, the nothing you’ll miss.
There’s a word for void but not for this.
And now, however hard you hit, everything’s broken.
Fated to live and not belong.
In turn, attempts to reconcile with the emptiness become your home,
Where dust falls grey,
and slow.
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6. |
Carlson
04:46
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With all forgiven, we pick you up in the wagon
and daylight fades along the way.
This home so true, and friends who care.
We hug and drug you.
It cheers you up, and there’s no end to revelling.
But in this time and space, the best we know is sure to pass.
Worry me immortal,
I swallow you, pearly skin.
Treasure me discarded,
When all you see is all you’ve got.
At break of day we dig the grave,
Clothes cling to us,
and leaves will fall on this violence.
You hesitate… You lost the lock of hair back there on the trail.
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7. |
Separate Days
06:55
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For separate towns and mislaid books,
we don’t talk the way we would
and silent days are sometimes easier to bear.
Though I don’t doubt we’d miss each other if we could,
if some things hurt, if others felt good.
If these days are days of growing wise, I hope I’m growing wise.
I guess we always knew the promises we rushed to make,
fabric clenched within your fist,
they couldn’t last,
no more than the flowers at the wake.
For silver rain,
we huddled in her parents’ yard
and saw a pain I couldn’t qualify.
If these days are days to settle down, I hope I’ll settle down,
I guess we settled down,
pale in the aftermath of loss,
The looseness of the dreams where she returns.
In vain, she speaks beyond the years.
She’ll always be the first to have known.
We swam the lake and saw her drown.
And there’s no meaning to be found.
The greyest love would still be something
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8. |
Respond
02:55
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It’s hard to regain the time you lost
dreaming ahead when times were better.
It’s hard to remain and find your way
within the waves of fake intentions, shallow affections.
So where to begin?
I ask you cause you’re in the dreams where it’s all ending.
Open our eyes, hoping to find reality right where we left it,
To stand perfected.
Drown out the hate and every hurt with sound and wisdom.
Bury the shame, it’s not on you to plead your singularity.
Show me the way cause I’m the first to be mistaken.
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9. |
Trilogies
03:13
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It’s all in vain,
And painfully clear that every trace we left can lead only here.
So I watch the car, you hold up the store,
And staring through the glass
right into the storm,
If I only could feel.
Where was I?
You’ll find me drifting blank and blind to anything real.
So shake me to the core,
This body that’s now yours for evermore.
To remain, you swore, is to disappear.
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Where You Are
Where You Are blend slowcore, grunge and free-rock influences into songs of hope and loss.
Where You Are is a
band from your home town; we wish we were from every hometown at once.
We are a band from the present; everything we play has already been played, every word already voiced. The times we have are the celebration of the memories they leave us with. They are always the last times.
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