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Fill Your Lungs
02:46
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I've been looking hard down a cliff's edge. Eyes to the ground, the wind on my back.
At night I walk to your yard, watch the light go out. Rub this stone in my palm, watch that window. I didn't think–
And on the highway, in a car. I see metal, I see walls. I didn't think I could be free.
So I said,
Focus. Focus the rage. Fill your lungs.
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Weather the Storm
07:45
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Shame. Ungrateful. You hid.
Patience is a virtue. Silence and detach yourself. Crush each of his demons.
Weather the storm. Bury your heart. To heal him is to heal yourself.
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Mother of Broken Men
01:58
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Sick of It
01:17
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I just wanna have a good day today. I'm tired. Keep trying to erase this. So sick of it. How many times have I tried to rid it?
I just wanna have a good day today. I'm sorry, can't be your perfect victim. Do you get it? Can't I just be human?
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Untitled
07:08
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To My Dead Brother
04:05
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Cut from the same cloth. But now the threads are thin, the threads are bare.
Twelve years.
The flame is frail, waiting in the wind. Today a song came on and it grabbed me by the gut. I fell to the floor, wishing for our family that’s gone. I think of you a lot... As time goes on, I think of your even more. I follow your scent, but you’re only in the air.
I wish I knew the drugs wouldn’t work. I wish I knew the fucking words.
Each boy is a mirage. Each man, just a mirage. I wish I knew what I know now, wish I knew to say the words.
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Mar Providence, Rhode Island
eiríkr åsheim &
kay belardinelli
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fervent, crushingly heavy music, unearthing trauma and then setting it on fire.
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