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Bleached Bones
03:03
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a siren wails
someone, somewhere is dying
it's more than clear
that i'm not even trying
washed up on the rocks, just like this drink
sit and feel it rot, like the food in the sink
washed up on the rocks, just like this drink
i wake up with indecision
crack my knuckles, spit, and call it in the air
i can only feel when i blur my vision
and i'm feeling blind tonight
the moon hangs high
cracked bulb in the sky pulling
an ocean tide
in my guts, swirling
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grinding my teeth down to the nubs
trying to get out of this trap i made
my own device. my life in vices
cracked my chest to the spine
trying to get down to the root of my
inability to let you know
angry all the time
angry at the weight of my
incommunication
the toll that it all takes on you
stacked the deck with all my
pieces that i could find to make
everything somebody else's fault
but i'm the only one that
has to live in my mind with all
that keep me so
i will fail, i will fuck up
i'll let me down, but it won't be everytime
i will fail, i will fuck up
i will be fine
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Beneath My Blood
04:05
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six thousand five hundred days
drunk on the roof again, new years day
covered up all the clocks to try and stop time
talked me down off a cliff
100 times
honest and unwavering
me, i hide my lines
in sarcasm and vagary
an 86 and the 101
slept through the night again sitting up
rip out the guts so we can start again
that day i died
be the bones beneath my blood
be the spine that holds my head up
we're all we ever needed
hide in model hands where no one else can see
we're all we ever need
we share a rusty luck and kiss through broken teeth
all the time
honest and unwavering
all the time
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Rot and Rain
02:53
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counting curses until i fall asleep
my minds a wolf, my heart a field of sheep
start to relate with the clocked out and jaded
but i know that can never be my home
the walls are buckling
the roof is caving in
from the rot and it's raining
lay me bare and strip my veins
sell whats left so you can keep on making rent
i sweat through the sheets, i spit out my teeth
i carry around this bag of creaky bones
but i can't sleep in
because i don't believe
in god or fate to make things right for me
settling, i'm not settling, i'm not settling
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