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Bread Crumbs
03:32
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There's a house along the way
with bread crumbs in the driveway [1]
where restless poets go to stay
and burn up in the fire of the furnace
The mighty River's[2] vengeance sways
the rocks and sticks and little flames
breathing in the rushing waves,
I've never felt so lively in my bones
Chopping wood to build an ark, [3]
Stepping stones[4] into your heart
I hope that road don't go too far
Stepping stones into your heart
Match our hearts and cigarettes
and hold it deep down in your chest
drop it lit into the nest
to make the taste familiar to my tongue
In fevered dreams, I'd pull the thread
unwind the blanket in your head
and camp down in the riverbed [5]
to make the air familiar to my lungs
Chopping wood to build an ark,
Stepping stones into your heart
I hope that road don't go too far
Stepping stones into your heart
The devil's on your flagpole,
Stepping stones into your soul!
And I hope the road don't get too cold,
Stepping stones into your soul!
1- Hansel and Gretel; the bread crumb trail they left to find their way back home was eaten by birds
2- God
3- Genesis 9:1-3
4- each song on this album
5- God
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3. |
Enid II (Churchmouse)
03:32
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Churchmouse, twitching nose
Whiskers piercing where they shouldn't be
Old house, dirty clothes [1]
Churchmouse, making sound
Gnawing painfully on the pew's feet
Singing praise with aching teeth
Delilah[2], I've got you locked inside my ribs
You'll be the last drink that I sip
Delilah, I think I've caught a morning sick
I didn't even need a kiss
Until now
Good God, pure and clean
Digging up our filthy things [3]
Being quiet, never seen [4]
Churchmouse, alive for weeks
Stuffing blessings in your cheeks
Frail frame can't take the heat
Delilah, I've got this pain deep in my chest
Don't think I'll ever find my nest
Delilah, I'm living on a quarter rest
Chaotic fevers in my head
Delilah, I left my heart up in the north [5]
I think to you I'm just a little short
1- Revelation 7:9
2- Judges 16:19-20
3- Romans 8:1-8
4- Friedrich Nietzche, The Gay Science
5- Wyoming
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4. |
Hosea
10:22
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Sew my hair to a crimson cord[1] and watch it dangle over the streets
And baby, please come deliver me from these broken hollow feet [2]
The day off-course, my throat is hoarse, because I burned it through the night
From lit up loves and cigarettes and a tongue that's wound too tight
But you bring me down, oh child [3]
Yeah you bring me down, oh child
I moved my bed to my parents' room, but I've a hard time getting sleep
And I think I've loved invisibly, leaving a handprint on your sheets
Ghostly horse[4], and my sheets are coarse, left out to dry for way too long, [5]
My ankle's caught in the shepherd's crook and I think I'm being watched
But you bring me down, oh child
Yeah you bring me down, oh child
You bring me down, oh child
You bring me down, oh child
She roped me in by the way that she said her own name
Mercy, God, oh she's sharp, what a bleeding shame
The limp in your step will swallow your knees
So will kneeling for change in the tattered streets
But you bring me down, oh child
Yeah you bring me down, oh child
I lay me to sleep on a blanket of wood [6]
With what I always could but I never should
The lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe deep now
Give me your lungs, share this with me
But you bring me down, oh child
Yeah you bring me down, oh child
You bring me down, oh child
You bring me down, oh child
You're the comb in my hair, you're the shift in my gear
You're the little things keeping my sanity near
The fruit in my teeth, force bearing down on me
The sweetness of honey and ginger and tea
I found comfort inside you and organs and lint
And color and hunger and fire and flint
Left blood on my cheek from your covetous lips
The rhymes and the rind and the bone from your hip [7]
Oh give me relief, stop them talking to me
Another, another, I'm dying to sleep
I hear trumpets[8] and earth giving out underneath
Oh God, where'd you go? It's so dark in this dream [9]
But you bring me down, oh child
Yeah you bring me down, oh child
1- Joshua 2:18-19
2- Romans 10:15
3- The Tallest Man on Earth, Walk the Line
4- Sagittarius, the centaur archer, symbolic of passion
5- Port and Starboard, Desolate
6- Planets, Wooden Blanket (the ancestor of this song from an older band)
7- Ezekiel 37:1-14
8- Revelation 8:13
9- Garrett Russell's "dark night of the soul"
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Hungry Ghosts
05:29
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spitting fire in the way of lambs [1]
never told you I knew romance
said I'd take your hand and walk with you
but I really don't care
leading you down the road I showed you once
walking backwards to the beat of lust
we sang our song like the rivals only disguised as one [2]
the wrath we bring ourselves is kinda fun
I'm starving, starving, starving [3]
wanting blood wanting nothing but your knees to fail
Here comes the fire, here comes the flame
I'm bringing heat I'm bringing dust and I want your name written in it [4]
Chasing dreams like the child I am
Seeing stars from the embers you left
Maybe the dawn will bring some clarity
Till then I'm drunk off your causticity
I'm starving, starving, starving
Wanting life, wanting nothing but my soul to sing
Here comes the wind, here comes the shame
I'm seeing gold I'm seeing stars and I want my name written in it
May my aim be straight and true [5]
Give the wind a solid clue
Steel and feather giving birth
Take our happiness and mirth
Flesh and blood all giving out
Selling hope and fear and doubt
Rest assured that all your sins
Are crawling deep inside my skin [6]
I shot my heart on the funeral pyre
Gave the reason after lighting the fire
The tree that's burning at the root [7]
Has got me shaking in my boots
1- Hosea 4:16
2- Job 24:15
3- In Chinese traditional religion, a hungry ghost is a spirit that is driven by intense emotional and animalistic needs.
4- The first verses and chorus are directed at the speaker of the second verse and chorus; they are conflicing voices of the same person
5- Proverbs 26: 15-18
6- Undertale, genocide run exclusive encounter
7- The burning tree on the front of the album
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6. |
Summeresque
07:17
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I used to be so bored, pretentious, tied to whims, lost to a few
and now I can't sit still
Slipping out this tired room where I found love in every moon
that shone on the window sill
But it[1] comes and goes in seasons, faces, cities[2], spaces, and even years
and odd facades and worn out thrills
But I've been feeling low
and you've been getting high
and making love to pillows in the night [3]
I'm emptied out inside
You're dressed in pretty lights
and burning out much quicker than I'd like
I used to give a shit about the way you moved from room to room
on nothing but your shortest breath
Sleeping on a hardwood floor[4], I guess I'd hoped you'd give me more
but all this feels so beat to death
Stepping barefoot on the carpet[5], my biggest dream, that special thing
you get to do here everyday again
You're walking through the walls so casually
I need to change the locks this time
But I've been feeling low
and you've been getting high
and making love to pillows in the night
I'm emptied out inside
you're dressed in pretty lights
and burning out much quicker than I'd like
I've been feeling low
You've been getting high
and making love to pillows in the night
I'm emptied out inside
You're dressed in pretty lights
and burning out much quicker than I'd like
1- depression
2- Mansfield, Tx
3- sexual repression
4- Nashville, Tn 2015
5- walking on eggshells
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With a finger, she unraveled thought
and everything was spinning
I knew I had to land someday
But the road is so much farther than
I'd hoped before I started
There's got to be a better way
There's something itching in our skin
we've got to scratch it out
There's no such thing as perfect anyway
but the road is so much colder now
that you've left me without covers
and a fire would just give us away [1]
a fire would just give us away
a fire would just give us away
1- infidelity
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Delilah's Forked Tongue
03:14
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Tape my mouth just to break the spell of speaking things only time could tell
That I'd make a rope out of my own veins if I could do so in a modest way [1]
God rides gently on the winds[2] and we all have our favorite sins
And we all got needles in our toes from thinking things that no one knows
Feather oars[3] to the rocky moats!
Try to give a little speed to your rotting boat!
Testimony around the campfire!
I'm more than just a little tired
But baby, won't you hold my hand?
These demons seem to come from a foreign land [4]
and God knows I could use a little peace
Snuff the torch with some dirty clothes[5] cause the air in here feels a little close
We'll lay down flat on the carpet and comb for fixes in the lint
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, if only I could see how bright you are
Such a winding road through your crooked spine from the tip of your frame to the depths of your mind
Feather oars to the rocky moats!
Try to give a little speed to your rotting boat!
Testimony around the campfire!
We're more than just a little tired
But baby, won't you hold our hands?
These demons seem to come from a foreign land
and God knows we could use a little peace
Of mind!
Of mind!
Of mind!
Of mind!
1- suicide
2- 1 Kings 19:12
3- Brand New, Limousine
4- Jeremiah 5:19
5: Revelation 7:9
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Presence/Untitled
04:33
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"I have a thorn in my foot or head, the palm of my hand or neck. I don't see it but by God, I feel it. It's this kind of ailment that feels like a chest stuffed with cotton, unable to breathe. Suffocation. Loss. Despair. Emotions that we all feel for one reason or maybe another. I feel them due to the passing of moments, days, years, seasons, experiences, lifetimes. In a shallow way I describe it as being sentimental but that's the tip of it. I'm cripplingly nostalgic. These remarkable and beautiful memories that I have break me because I have them only in memory and never re-liveable. And I know that I'm prone to romanticizing even dirt, I know that I see these memories with a little more grandeur than they originally sang but that doesn't make it hurt any less. I've always cried after experiences that moved my childhood. My mouth has always been the hinge and my ribs, the enclosure for the still and untouched items that altogether make up a display case in me. You know, the intricate and bulky pieces of furniture in your grandparents' house whose sole purpose is to hold the treasured and forgotten things? I compare myself to furniture because it's the only comparison I know. I can't touch these memories but I have them and I don't know if that is burden or gift. If the sensation of this thorn is one of torture or of pleasure. I see memories in vivid colors, fluid movements and glory. They are a stone excavated, a gaping void confused by its existential inability to exist. I wish to live in them forever and in their truth. In all their beauty and awe. All the love, the experience. I want to hold it close to my face, to know it again. Yet time continues continuing and change inevitably forces life into shadows..." [1]
I need lullabies to sleep
I need memories to dream
I need someone else to share with
All the things I've ever seen
I need silence in the mornings
I want the world under my feet
I want everyone to notice
From every orifice I bleed
I want everything you've stolen
I want my blood to be relieved
I want your presence here unfolded
All your hidden parts released [2]
1- "Presence" written and performed by Jenny Frederick-Harenza
2- "Untitled" written and performed by Shortwave based off of "Presence"
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Manna
04:43
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Corduroy lines upon my face
Jacket naps in the alleyways
Throwing rocks at the big blue sun
My chest is breaking all at once
From salty dues and alabaster [1]
And off-beat cues all getting faster
Fell in love at a hospital bed
Glassy eyes were puffed and red
Poison filling in my blood
Your voice could never be still enough
To swallow whole the roaring fire
Proving me to be a liar
Needles[2] in the thread giving my piece of daily bread [3]
I'll never be whole, never be whole
The thoughts upon my head number as the hairs upon my chest [4]
I'll never be whole, never be whole
Blessings falling through my hands
Never gave the ship a place to land
Hoof and quiver[5] buried in the sand
Thirsty roots and hungry branch
In the bedsprings and the plastic shards
And the murmuring of your sugar heart [6]
Needles in the thread, giving my piece of daily bread
I'll never be whole, never be whole
The thoughts upon my head number as the hairs upon my chest
I'll never be whole, never be whole
Set the woodworks[7] of my house ablaze, I was never one to dig a subtle grave
We'll never be whole, we'll never be whole
Finger strength to snap the line,[8] drugging up your peace of mind
We'll never be whole, no we'll never be whole
Needles in the thread, giving my piece of daily bread
We'll never be whole, never be whole
The thoughts upon my head number as the hairs upon my chest
We'll never be whole, no we'll never be whole
1- Matthew 26:6-9
2- Methamphetamines
3- Exodus 16
4- labelling myself as both an idiot and a coward
5- Sagittarius, the centaur archer, symbolic of passion
6- diabetes
7- Sleeping At Last, Woodwork
8- Little Fish
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Sagittarius
04:09
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I think there's something caught in my throat
It feels like a feather and a watered-down note
I've been a patron to hindsight when I sold it my head
I've been caught in the limelight with the dirty clothes shed [1]
I'm plucking arrows from my teeth [2]
You chose skin over saddle with the blinders on tight [3]
All blistered and rattled with a gasoline high
You caught whiff of brimstone[4] in the evening's wind
From the Cancer inside me setting fire to my skin
I'm plucking arrows from my teeth
1- Revelation 7:9
2- the singular meaning of this album, digested
3- blinders put over a horse's eyes to keep its attention fixed forward
4- sulfur
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12. |
Frankinsence
03:23
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There is a soul-searching in a pit of dust [1]
With angry fevers and empty soil
There is an old lining where a sole once was
Now I got no shoes, no land or oil
No, all I got left is a pretty dress[2], ain't got my mind, ain't got my best
Ain't got a thing to call mine
Nobody ever visits, they just send me flowers
They think that I never see
But I think I like floating to pass the idle hours
Till the day you come visit me
I'd give up all I had to see you here, just to be close, just to feel me near
To feel that shiver down your spine
Tie those fingers with a hair tie
till they bleed and say hey,
My skies are turning gray [3]
lock your doors, this is a bad dream
sitting on my hands to keep my thoughts clean
Never thought I'd see the day
See the day when my skies were turning gray
I'm forced to tongue biting and sitting on my hands
Else I might touch what I can't
And I'm lost in tall writing[4] and letting go of plans
Forgetting lives I never had
The haunted things you left in your backseat are freeing me, and being me
and laughing at my restlessness
I am an old drawstring on a brand new bow
Prone to snap now anyday
And I'll never be perfect, never even know
What it even means anyway [5]
I fire endlessly into the dawn, moving fast, moving on
Is not what I do best
Tie those fingers with a hair tie
till they bleed and say hey,
My skies are turning gray
lock your doors, this is a bad dream
sitting on my hands to keep my thoughts clean
Never thought I'd see the day
See the day when my skies were turning gray
You came in cold like a thief in the night [6]
Stealing everything in sight
Slipping out unseen like you had the right
Turning tears into wine [7]
Tie those fingers with a hair tie
till they bleed and say hey,
My skies are turning gray
lock your doors, this is a bad dream
sitting on my hands to keep my thoughts clean
Never thought I'd see the day
La dat da da da da dat da
La dat da da da da
My skies are turning gray!
La dat da da da da dat da
La dat da da da da
Never thought I'd see the day!
1- limbo
2- Revelation 7:9
3- Chrysanthemum
4- Daniel 5:5-6
5- The perfect arrow flies forever
6- 1 Thessalonians 5:2
7- John 2:3-11
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You bring the smell of a cold rain
You've been swimming down memory lane
You're diluting the blood in my veins
I'll cast this line out the window pane
Little fish, little fish, come a-walkin' out the pond
I ain't got no time to worry about where you've gone
Little fish, little fish, just come on, take the bait
I ain't got no time to sit around and wait
The banks are overflowing
I've been caught in this torrential downpour
But the mud is all that's growing
I can't tell if it's the ceiling or the floor
Little fish, little fish, let me feel the way you pull
I ain't got no time to dig another hole
Little fish, little fish, come and swim around my feet
Don't you know that there's always bigger fish to eat?
I smell something burning
The aroma's that of woodworks and love
Could it be that I'm still yearning
To grow wings like the birds have above?
Little fish, little fish, I can't find you in this lake
I ain't got no time to worry about your fate
Little fish, little fish, I think I'm nodding off to sleep
I'm all out of time to be lost out at sea
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Shortwave Texas
Independent folk/rock band from Ft Worth, Texas.
Luke Frederick
Luke Ridlehoover
Collin Brandt
Alex Bond
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