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These are the nine most influential records of my adolescence, without these bands I wouldn’t be who I am today without them. If you don’t recognise any of these covers then get acquainted with them you won’t regret it.
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The branches bend under the weight of your regret
You sit perched, up on high, it should break instead
Though branches are there, I can’t figure why
We have all the while, to live and die
The pendulums are swinging back and forth
We don’t have much without them though
And there’s not a lot of space between
What’s keeping me up, keeping me asleep
We’re all just skipping stones
Haven’t you heard the news
We’re all just a bag of bones
Haven’t you heard the news
We’re all ghosts of our former selves, haunting our sleep
(Can we still dream)
When I could still run for days, in the summer heat
(The rest is sleep)
Now all that’s left is some hollow shell, some dried up leaves
(Can we break free)
When i could still slide for days, on frozen concrete
(Just let me breathe)
The dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
The dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change
And all of this I think I’ve lived before
You were here when I just a boy
If I messed it up I’d just try again
Nothing was sacred, nothing was certain
When I still had
The whole world in front of me
When I still was
The person I wanted to be
The dreams stay the same, but the seasons change, the seasons change
The dreams stay the same, but the reasons change, the reasons change
I had no choice in this, I took no part in it
But yet here I am
I had no choice in this, I took no part in it
But yet here I am
All the pictures are in black and white
They’re memories of what it felt like
I’m failing to find all the parts to grasp
The photo frames to send our past
You gave it to me just to take it back
Decided to strip me of what I had
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your loneliness, your misery
Years have passed but now I am looking back
A sense of belonging that I never grasped
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your dubious reasoning
You gave it to me just to take it back
Decided to strip me of what I had
Would it have killed you to be less like me
With all your loneliness, your misery
Your dubious reasoning.
I can’t stop listening to this album, I picked it up and asked Lachie at Kill The Music what he thought of it and recommend it. So glad I own this record now, if you’re a fan of The Chariot and Defeater give these guys a listen.
I can see how this will end
In a cloud of dust in a filthy war
I can see how this will end
Where we’re still clinging
To whatever we can find
And all of this I’ve been through before
Is a page that’s been torn
From that same old story
And we’re desperate
We’ll tear down the shelves to read a different ending
Keep your head down, don’t let them see you
Just rest here
Keep your hopes high, it can’t be much longer now
Can’t wake up
So we sat and waited for it to pass
I’ve been growing old
In these trenches
Waiting for the white flag
To be waved
Well I’ve been playing it right
Right from the script
Waiting for the same cue
To slow and just stop
All the lines of my face are filled with dust
And oh how I’ve learned to sleep so well in dirt
All the things I said I meant, but I wasn’t sure
All the words we never kept, but we had to say
It was never a secret
We never kept it quiet
We said what we said and we’ll say it again
This isn’t home
And all of this I’ve been through before
Is a page that’s been torn
From that same old story
We’re desperate
And we’ll tear down the shelves to read a different ending
Now I’m climbing up and getting out, I’m going home.
