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No Architecture
03:21
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night time is easy:
it's already black and blue
there's nothing here to screw up,
nothing here to rise up to
so i'm boxing with the old man
swinging at anything that looks like a plan
anything but becoming
the past is dimly lit, but i keep on coming
home, again
just wrap me in maths
give something that i can understand
just turn on the night
i need it more than i need to be right
i have no architecture
to hold this inside
there's no frame of reference
just total and complete deference
just like I am home, again
‘til I can’t stand
‘til I can’t stand
the light anymore
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2. |
Passing Through
03:14
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It’s like every memory is of amnesia
i know what to feel, but i can't remember how
yeah, i've got blood i can't bleed
i'm just a busted sieve
And i'm just passing through
it's right at the tip of every finger
right at the edge of my eyeballs
it's just beneath paper-thin skin
i'm just a vessel to carry that in
i remember what not why
i remember who not how
your mouth is moving and your hands are shaking
but for the life of me, i can’t see
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3. |
Transfers
02:49
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put that token in your hand
keep the pain on demand
here's what you wanted
held close at hand
just keep that on demand
some secret bedroom pact
some sixteen years in the past
if the blood is everywhere but on your hands
you’d do well to keep that on demand
there's no new particles
there's no new rules
there's no new nothing here
only transfers
so keep all that pain on demand
keep that token in your hand
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4. |
Still, still, still
03:24
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the avenue fell through
sky crumbling, rain tumbling
the mist backed off the street
we fell in a missed beat, keys fumbling
the deadbolt died
we retreated inside
warm and dry as a song
like it was waiting patiently all along
but still, still, still
i can't hold my fill
inside a golden staircase
of descending light
rising and falling, starting and stalling
like a plastic bag caught in the wind, saying
'thank you thank you thank you’
I can't stay
i saw the shutter take in
the light the film would make in
to something i could not hold in my hands
i heard the floorboards creaking
felt the wave as it was breaking
Anything that i could understand
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5. |
≠
03:09
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Try, try, try to remember
it’s at the tips of my fingers
i remember, trying is no good
did it ever work like it should?
sit down on the couch, turn on the company
visit with anyone who isn't me
some maths there’s just no solving
then i felt x, how do i get to y?
does not equal
somebody turned out the lights
does not equal
permanent night
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6. |
Everybody Knows
04:04
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I remember the last words that you said:
"sometimes i wish for death,"
Then gravity receded with the fading light
and we were pulled into the night
and then we were in the air,
just like we'd been for years
In the sudden quiet of our Aerostar, tires still spinning toward the stars
with the inertia of some suburban snow
Maybe a decade past it’s prime, mirrored in our own pale eyes:
In another place, in another time, tense is the only difference
we were just imprints in the snow,
less angels, more obtuse angles
There's nothing to know
There's nothing there but low
And everybody knows
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Linoleum
02:54
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the outline on the linoleum, where our fridge used to be
we didn't know our lives were dirty, in the absence of clean
and that nothing sound of a tv left on, the way it just spills into the room
until there's no room for you anymore,
until it pins you to the floor
so here we are
spilling static out the backroom
here we are
right at home, again
there is an outline on a milky polaroid,
us in an earth-toned tomb
all red eyes, all blurred edges
shaking off the afterbirth and crawling out the womb
this is the place to inter our memories
the burnt socks, the lava shag
the vhs or Betamax;
2 inch coffins or keel drag
the secret is, there's nothing between the lines
all we've got are truth and time
the secret is, there is no punchline
and all we’ve got are truth and time
i know you'd die to live it again;
we’re born into it
i would die escaping it, but then
we’re born into it
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8. |
Carbonite
02:19
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I've got this second in carbonite:
your eyes are extra grey tonight
And the sun is curled into your hair
waiting at the top of the concrete stair well, well
we're all caught up in this
murder-suicide deathwish
One loose stitch meets another loose stitch
but, a there's tug on the corner of consciousness
now how do i make it stop spinning?
How do I hold the memory of this?
How do I remember to miss?
This extra grey second that barely exists,
before it's pulled back into the mist, and
I’m right back up in this
Motionless weightlessness
A stiched-together memory that barely exists, gets willed into consciousness,
Now how do i make it stay this way?
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9. |
Your Mistakes
04:00
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i majored in mistakes
studied every take
all the sound and the fury
It didn’t do a thing for me
Then I made your mistakes,
but they don't translate.
All the art from the misery
they don't do the same thing for me
i've made all the same mistakes,
but they won't conjugate.
from then to again,
from liquid to solid to air to not there
your pedestal is looking pretty thin
just tall enough to keep us looking in
your halo is getting pretty dim
Shines just bright enough to keep us looking in
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10. |
We Were Right
02:41
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the dead of night was on trial
unbeknownst to me,
drunk in a cemetery
seventeen going on sixty
a second slipped its stitch
and we grew into this
and never saw the bright side of a sunday morning
after the afterlife it's the hotel lobby
to the balcony, to the hotel lobby
we knew it was wrong
but we still sang along
drafted our own Vietnam
across suburban lawns
and never saw the right side of a Sunday morning
we knew it was wrong
But still we sang along
We knew it was wrong
but knew we were right
‘til we were all out of night
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11. |
The Right Side of 4 a.m.
02:30
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and the bartender was the only one who got paid
broke but not broken
we left our bodies
crashing in the waves
night swimming in
180 proof of how we lived:
cuz if you're patient
you're gonna live too long
the only mistake to be made
is not making one
cuz we don't have a choice
or we don't wanna choose
but if we choose not to decide,
the rent’s still due
there's two kinds of sunrise
we'll probably never see this kind again
there's two sides of 4a.m., and
we'll probably never see the right side again
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12. |
You Drifter
03:52
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you/you drifter/i see your eyes start to roll/from grey to white/they roll back so easily
you/you're easy/you're something i can't understand/something i can't remember/something maybe i never had
ninety degrees and you're gone
how do i get there?
you/you drifter/when i see those eyes start to roll/i have trouble remembering/a place i’ve never been
ninety degrees and you’re gone
how do i get there?
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