1. |
Tried and True
02:15
|
|||
|
The facts are in and we're scared to know
All the wasted time that we spent at home
Was in cells we made so we're up in arms
And I know that I can barely hold on
Your waxen skin seems to melt in my hands
As we split the one last cold beer we had
Your head's in the clouds, my ear's to the ground
And I hear just one particular sound
I don't expect that you'd understand
The way I carry myself or the lies that we tell
We know that we won't solve each other's problems
We hoped that we grown enough to accept the fact
That we're fucking around again
Your champagne taste put a hole in my head
Each pocket so full of all our regrets
My eyes roll back until they are white
And I know that I'm just exhausted now
My hands on my knees while I'm gasping for air
My trembling limbs while I lay in my bed
Your head's in the clouds, my foot's in my mouth
And I know that I'm committed now
I don't expect that you'd understand
The way I carry myself or the lies that we tell
We know that we won't solve each other's problems
We hoped that we grown enough to accept ourselves
That we're fucking around again
|
||||
2. |
Prove Me Wrong
02:17
|
|||
|
I am the architect of this failing state of consciousness
All told my last real thought was an honest self-assessment
These wild nights proven my concentration's not looking so good
But I'm still optimistic even when I'm on the floor
Beat and broken holding fistfuls of my blood
Because we're still hanging on until you prove me wrong
I am the archetype of intoxicating emphasis
with paradoxical feeling, I found it's not easy to escape
But I need to focus, my attention waning fast
I finally figured it out, yeah I finally figured it out
I hold nothing that's not intended to be shared
But I'm not stopping now until I've disappeared
You can't say "isn't that enough?"
When the needs of others still outweigh your own
When you hope that everything will just blow over
And you think there's nothing but sadness in these songs
Until you prove me wrong
|
||||
3. |
Old Identities
02:17
|
|||
|
We lost the best of our best days
These walls are cages
and we're masking our emotions
What happened to our old identities
and will things ever be the same?
We're so excited to see you
when all this mess is over
You know we miss you all the time
Next time around, we won't forget nothing
After studying the freeze life and isolation101
When we can live as freely as our dreams lead to believe
I guess I'll see you around the Fourth of July
But I don't know
What happened to our old identities
and will things ever be the same?
We're so excited to see you
when all this mess is over
You know we miss you all the time
When we come together peacefully (so peacefully)
You'll have your friends, and I'll have mine
We'll break down these walls of solitude (and kiss it goodbye)
and kiss the kiss of death goodbye
|
||||
4. |
The Line
00:55
|
|||
|
Now that it's ended
The argument seems so senseless
We fell in love with our heart attacks
That lulled us back to sleep again
With time as my witness, we're always on the run
I'll take the weight of the world
And I will hold the line
We tolerate these changes
That dictates nearly everything
They left me feeling hesitant
To take you back to the water's edge
But with time as my witness, we're always on the run
I'll take the weight of the world
And I will hold the line
But now we're breaking our chains
Following the fold
And it just may take all summer
But I will hold the line
|
||||
5. |
Started Praying
01:34
|
|||
|
I started praying I was screaming out your name
On the off chance that you were listening
I was 15 beers deep when a shot of Malort
Put my halo around my throat
I sat at the table saying "call out a song"
So I could sing all the words that I want
Now I can't remember but I won't admit it
But the way that we felt wasn't wrong
I started digging I was carving out a place
To prepare the world for my entrance
15 cities in 19 days leave you waking up
With so much better taste
Now I'm here to tell you that it's never wrong
To call your friends up when you're getting drunk
I can't believe it, but I won't bereave it
Cause that life to me isn't lost
I started breathing I was coughing up the same
Tar and smoke that I filtered
Defiling my body's what I've come to love
So one more round before we head home
The blood in my head has been circling below
Pushing poison deep down and into my bones
But when my head hit the concrete floor
The way that I fell was so far
|
||||
6. |
One Dead City
00:49
|
|||
|
Waking up to pictures of violence
They're boarding up the places we used to go
Everything is silent
while smoke starts to settle like fallen snow
Hands clash like crashing waves
while we're holding signs of peace on the Lakeshore Path
all eyes are on all our actions
but we're struggling to find a resolution
and We're holding on to one dead city
Embers mark the miles of what we used to know
Glass replaces cracks in the sidewalks
We're tourists in this place that we once called home
Hands clasp to form a union
and now I call you a brother and sister of mine
Our eyes are seeing red
The city isn't burning
it's dead and gone
|
||||
7. |
Breaking Down
01:58
|
|||
|
That's the last time I'm leaving well enough alone
Cause time and time again we're shown we're wrong
Confusing handshakes with gallons of gasoline
But fires rarely ever solve anything so,
I'm breaking down all of these walls
it's faster together
Repaying everything I stole
From a lifetime of ignorance
I've been reflecting on the people I've slandered
I'm doing better now, but honestly, I'm still paying for it
All those old songs are sounds of major disasters
and causing cracks in my foundation of love
so...
I'm breaking down all of these walls
it's faster together
Repaying everything I stole
From a lifetime of ignorance
Accepting everyone I know
However they see themselves
We've got so many miles to go
Before this is over
|
||||
8. |
Sundowning
02:11
|
|||
|
Hyperfocused on hyperbole
I'd really like just to turn off the Ritalin
Acidosis is bleaching my genes
The Adderall takes it way too literally
My pulse is a violent medium
I'm breathing hard again
Lost every sense of urgency
Looking for new beginnings
All these problems baby they're all I got
Feeling like you can't trust anyone?
Make way, the wasted night calls
Intervening intravenously
I'd really like just to turn up the Vicodin
Convalescence is making me weak
Lidocaine gives it a bit mode ceremony
My blood is a fiery venom now
I'm breathing slow again
Lost every sense of motion
While spinning out of control
All these problems baby they're all I got
Feeling like you can't trust anyone?
Make way, the wasted night calls
|
||||
9. |
Rock 'n Roll, Pt. II
02:29
|
|||
|
Don't get all quiet on me, I've seen you lead the others
Like you're some lord or saint but you're not so holy brother
Walk down the alley with me, that's where we're all the same
Refine your actions and be who you're meant to be
It's so easy to keep breathing
when rock-n-roll is buried deep within my lungs
it won't keep me from believing
I walk the road that saves me
Give me some direction, let me feel the backbeat
It feels like I'm losing my mind
Let me feel the rhythm, let me feel the rhyme
Let me find a little peace of mind
It's so easy to keep singing
but they claim that rock-n-roll was made to deceive me
it won't keep me from believing
I walk the path that brings me to you
It's in the inner cities, it's in the open plains
It has no violent feelings, it's rock-n-roll, believe me
It's so easy to keep breathing
and rock and roll is buried deep within my lungs
it won't keep me from believing
I walk the road that saves me
|
||||
10. |
31
02:38
|
|||
|
We never paid the price
We're not for wasting time
And seldom is the case
The truth would ever rise
When we finally know
deep down the fix is in
Yeah the jig is up
We'll just disappear
They'll wait so desperately for us
With their fists full of ashes
|
||||
If you like The Damn Tracks, you may also like:
Low Culture - Places To Hide
by Dirtnap Records
More rip-roaring, snot-nosed punk from the always excellent Dirtnap label, available in blue or black vinyl.
go to album
On their first full-length, Hiccup touch on pop-punk, girl group doo-wop, ’90s grunge revivalism and nuanced surf rock.
go to album
Escape From New York
by Cash Bribe
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut.
go to album
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks.
go to album
YOU'RE NOT THERE
by Pretty Matty
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy.
go to album
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks.
go to album
Another perfect release from contemporary emo powerhouse Run for Cover records.
go to album
