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With Autumn drawing close, a pretense of the season pulls the curtain back.
How can you delude yourself? Something’s coming, carry us away.
Back when we were seventeen, a voice in our heads told us not to stay.
We wisely didn’t listen, thinking there’s no harm in staying for a day.
But every time you go back there, you feel that everyone’s asleep.
How can I delude myself? Deluge is coming, drawing me away.
And how does every Autumn bring this underlying sense of nagging grief?
I laughed myself to sleep until I dreamt of it and scared myself awake.
Dreamt we couldn't just stay for the day...
I was that smile on the bullet that fell into the sky
Where you were the weathervane that drew my storm away
turned in leaves and cried from our blue uncracked eyes
We laid in dead grass forever where our fingers could uncurl.
Delude ourselves we can stay here for the day,
To peel the paint off the back of the world.
We met beneath the treeline, where the sky grows too tall
Trying to find that sense of wonder In a burning world
encased in glass as the five o'clock sun on fire unfurled
We scratched our fingers bare and every color chipped away,
Maybe we'll come back someday
Peeling the paint off the back of the world.
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A person in the back. He says to hang a left. Turn on Ryback. Nights like these, you can hear even the birds breathe.
Take a joyride through the dark until sunrise. Hidden in pines. Nights like these, you can hear even the birds breathe.
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Spring Break, 2012
01:19
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I used to see light in everything, but there's no sunlight in hell
I wanna feel the heat come down in streaks, like Spring Break 2012
Please be commodity, sitting on a beach and wishing me off well
It's all that spring break means to me, can't smile since Spring Break 2012.
Can't smile since Spring Break, 2012
Can't smile.
Can't swim.
Like I'm drowning.
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The David Handman
04:12
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Silver switchblade to carve my face. The party lights go dim when the DJ says the punch is laced. And getting late, I get the night-time shakes. The party lights go dim when Handman drops his drink and gets on stage. Red in a glass. There’s blood in the grass. I never see you again (I’m never sleeping again).
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Got It In the Back
03:07
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He’ll hold it for you.
You snagged it first, and it’s in the back.
You collect my dreams.
So we can just play them back again.
Just until the spring.
Here we dreamt that autumn never ends.
Surprise, we came by.
To make sure you got it in the back.
Yeah, you got it in the back.
Well hey Mike, you’re killing me
First friday nights and you’re scaring me
I could walk down these streets for an eternity
But someday you just gotta let go of me
Well hey man, you’re scaring me
From an empty wallet, and it’s killing me
But you collected my dreams on chestnut street
And will always be the one to play them back to me
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Waiting Room
01:07
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I think I know how you spent those days:
Frozen in blue skies, traces of an exit sign, when in the morning you prayed,
A small request:
"Before the daylight brought its gifts for earth, and nothing left to see,
Would someone turn off the sun when you leave?"
But now I can see you laying between,
The marble-tile gates,
Where angels have lassos for halos.
Who knew the language by which, come spring, a synapse in your head
Would translate to a vacant house and vacant flower bed?
We were good old neon,
There was a glow but now it's gone
I think you really died in late July,
But you'll never know the date so neither will I.
An unrequited resolution for how to get by,
Your eyes went cold still in the summer-bleached heat, sunk into the curves on your cheek,
Where you used to have smile lines.
Now they're unwound, and only lead to
Where you're lost for keeps in the glowing red heat of the neon exit sign.
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Fēngdū
02:17
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Across a great wall, I heard the screams.
From somewhere I dreamed, held to the flames, fed to tigers,
Filled with tears, melted snow fallen, forgotten.
For a thousand years, no one remembers this.
But I want to find life, where it was never sent.
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Plakavac
02:39
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Suck the blood from the family trees we never grew,
Drain the night if these fangs ever could.
Find a pulse under a yawning moon.
For all the dark and hurt I hold I am no mother.
I could never be more than just one.
With no way to reach for each other.
It was in tears never shed or resistance to the metals edge.
Now it is haunting me when my stomach twists and grieves for promise.
No grave to hold what promise was broken.
No hand to hold on phantom wish.
For all the darkness you felt but never were,
I will never be two,
With no twisting patient lungs,
There was no tie to undo.
For all that was is undone.
The screams rise up to a croon,
From the throat at the back of the moon
But what kept me awake was that you never saw a sunrise.
And now it's haunting me, but me alone.
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Can’t see nothing at all. Like ghosts, we separate in the fall. I once held them all. But like everything, it crumbles and falls. Do you really want to leave? Well, I sure as hell can’t stay here.
But I lost your likeness below the leaves.
Autumns' eyelashes displayed your relief.
I want to be halloween night and spill streets with glowstick green.
But I'm more like a road sign on a highway no ones ever even seen
We'll get lost in our minds and tear apart our brains,
breathing deeply and alone, we just open wide our graves.
Cotton candy in the air and the smell of pumpkins in your hair. Drink the drugged rockstar and we’ll ride into the night. Silos in the dark watch me with clown faces. Where are you gonna live if not these places?
Maybe I’ll come back someday soon. Don’t know when but it’ll have to do. Maybe I’ll come back someday soon. Oh the miles ‘tween you and I.
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