Crowded head drowning in a sea of blame.
Light and dark – shadows never seem afraid.
Rest your head deeper in the well you made.
Replicate the feeling that you’re finally awake.
Made a mistake – been fighting back reason every day.
Sucked into defeat – listened to the same record on repeat for months.
What would it even mean for a shadow to be caught?
Passive, defeated, your hairline’s receding.
Total exhaustion – unsure of direction.
Buried in the television screen
the ghost speaks in style disguised
as truths risen from his grave.
Dirt thrown on the living,
blinking lights keep humming you to sleep.
Blinking lights humming.
Nothing solid, nothing landed, disappearing in a blank stare.
Face is burning, palms are sweaty, shadow lurking – you can’t see him.
Swinging blindly, but keeping steady, it’s all or nothing but you just leave it.
Something solid, something landed.
released March 27, 2014
Recorded by Greg Knowles at the Monopoly Piece on November 23rd, 2013. Mastered by Fred Weaver (Apocalypse the Apocalypse.)
This is our track for 'Seems Like There's a Show Every Night,' a 12" compilation of Lancaster (and surrounding area) bands. We've got copies of this with 'custom' covers (this image) and all the other bands did their own thing on their copies. Pretty cool.