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First Comes Philly
02:39
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I am nowhere but you are in every place I stay.
I am craving for your pounding on my brain
got a heart so comatose weighing on me like a stone.
if you can put my heart to drain, heartsore no longer reigns
But the clocks are losing count and you've yet to come around.
I fear loathing, fear and loathing for past mistakes
but I'm waiting, peeling patience for getaways
when that day comes around, heads will be in stratus clouds
if you can put my heart to drain, heartsore no longer reigns
but the clocks are losing count and you're not coming around.
I'm heading into nowhere, come along with me.
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this morning, hope is wearing thin.
I’m steppin out, fading in, back to where it begins.
and I’m sorry, for all those times I stood you up,
wasted time, wasted lines, you know i’d never show up.
back here at the starting line, compulsive thoughts, not what I had in mind. the fallback seems to damage me. there's no way home from here. now the tap has sprung a leak, it bleeds a pool, I'm in knee-deep. misfortunes seem to follow me. there's no way home from here.
I would change it all, for a second call. turn it all around, or maybe I'd just take the fall. first came into bloom but I fucked up so soon. died from the roots up, leaving dead wishes upon the moon.
sometimes I wonder, sit down and think, did you leave your heart somewhere because now we're out of sync. dropped your heart onto the street, out of my reach, put your thumb into sky; you are hitching away from me.
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a dying ember smokes all through december,
painting shades on every bright white plastered wall.
chances were slender after she surrendered,
my anxious gaze reflects on the window pane.
three stories tall, my framework falls.
broke all my bones, a long time gone.
these everlasting arms should be carrying me away,
but somehow the structure fades.
now you're pouring over me.
you're just an unlucky ghost.
i'm privileged to go home.
so i watched you die as you shrunk away.
never like it was in my memory.
and i hate to recall what's behind me
if it works no, no longer soothing
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I Am Losing You(th)
02:27
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the waves rolled in like thick blankets on summer days,
they were passengers here to remain.
I thought I'd see for miles, I haven't seen for years
dead promises you kept in bottles, that we left somewhere near
so then another summer's passed by, as you flew with your jet,
burned fiercely and heated up the winter's thick.
so long so long, won't you come along
with the spirit to take these hollow vices by storm.
I know we all have our reasons, we're changing like the seasons.
(but i wonder) did you lose your youth or have you just grown up?
yeah, we all have our reasons, we're changing like the seasons.
(but i wonder) but did you lose your youth or have you just grown up?
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Good Enough
01:55
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Vagabond Of The Wastes
03:47
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these clouds above our heads produce a stagnant pond
as the season crawls, we've come to find our babylon
all of our means come to a bitter end
with lots of meds to help mend
we're looking for shady places to believe in
as coloring within lines is an inconvenience
the spiral down, with all limbs frowned,
just like the london bridge we're falling down
because this paved path is an inconvenience
it seems black pages have turned again by our own bare hands,
cancel the future because right now our heads are better off in the sand
all of our means come to a bitter end
we're fiddling with a plan to make amends
we're looking for shady places to believe in
as coloring within lines is an inconvenience
the spiral down, with all limbs frowned,
just like the London bridge we're falling down
because this paved path is an inconvenience
we're shown what the full picture lacks,
looking through a magnifying glass
it made us have second thoughts
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Ghost Reverie
01:58
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we still have time, I can see the finish line,
under translucent skies we made a pact,
to ride on sun’s rays til the bitter end
but there’s no way, not for the life of me,
that I expected a rooted tree to wither and die so gracefully
I was knocked back down to building blocks,
I removed all things that I didn’t want
in a wooden locket, I kept your clockwork’s final sprocket
I was knocked back down to building blocks,
I removed all things that I didn’t want
I refused to wander in labyrinths or tinker with the hands of clocks ticking
We still have time, I can see the finish line,
under translucent skies we made a pact,
to ride on sun’s rays til the bitter end
but there’s no way, not for the life of me,
that I expected a rooted tree to wither and die so gracefully
you died so gracefully, you died so gracefully
we still have time, I can see the finish line,
but there's no way, not for the life of me.
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Karma Police, Open Up!
02:42
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lately I've been dreaming of faces,
coming down on me like ice-cold rain
taking me along these doleful places,
where we have always wandered at nights like these
well those smiles were a masquerade,
left a hole that can't be patched
we put our shoulders to the wheel,
and worn out echoes sounded through the moment
karma puts me out to bleed. I've got an urge to fuck up
karma puts me out for everyone to see,
until everything is ashes to the ground
one discord in a terraced house,
stung and might have injured you violently
maybe it did because you're bleeding out,
but I regret every blister that I've earned,
from running away to never looking back
karma puts me out to bleed,
gallows noose is on my neck, nowhere to turn my back.
karma puts me out for everyone to see,
until everything is ashes to the ground.
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Miles Of Engagement
03:54
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feet fixed to the gas, burning rubber as faces pass
losing sight, try as I might, but I can't stop making miles
one quick stop, to rest our weary minds and get back up and go,
yeah we gotta go
woke up next to edina, desmond dekker on the radio,
but we gotta go, we gotta go.
liquid chances slipping through hands,
avoiding fate and staying up late
way too late past our bedtimes
and I can't stop and I can't sleep
till everything I know and am is far behind me
one quick stop, to rest our weary minds and get back up and go, yeah we gotta go
woke up next to edina, desmond dekker on the radio,
but we gotta go, we gotta go
crazy antics, table dances (and staying up),
way too late past our bedtimes
liquid chances falling from hands, avoiding fate and staying up late.
way too late past our bedtimes
and I can't stop and I can't sleep
till everything I know and am is far behind me.
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LANDLINES Brunssum, The Netherlands
We're three friends from the deep south of The Netherlands playing no frills punk-rock. Putting the 'weh' back into punkrwehk since 2013.
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