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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Hours LP Lyrics
Hours:
A bridge from home to nowhere. Blackened faces & laughing crowds. Turn to dust and become a part of everything. Hours and hours of time will tell, the moments of our lives that we’ve had to sell.
The Looking Glass:
Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth. I feel the weight of everything compelling in this life from above and below, asking me, begging me to push with each finger until the tips are white with frustration. I see me. I see it all. Where do we fit in?
Somewhere in between I guess.
A book, a mind:
(Spoken word part: The prophet speaks to an audience of the dead. “I am your God”, he says. The dead they laugh, the dead they cry. From fear that all along that there really was nothing for them.) Seething into what’s left in buried books and empty pages. Our hearts will find either meaning or deceit. Burn my eyes, I don’t ever want to see again.
Reinventing the Veil:
Blur the lines, with your lies. How do you still survive? Why do we teach such bad habits? Where do we go from here? Nothing is real anymore. It hurts to fall together, fail together. My knees are bruised. Stand and lift your arms as high as they can go. Higher and higher, bring everyone with you. Then with your eyes in the stars stay there as long as you can. You’ll never want to sleep again.
Respire (META): Instrumental.
Cloudcity:
And in the dark, we can see our words, waveforms of pillow talk, plumes of our personalities, figures of speech. All laid bare for us to see. As it stands, there's nothing hidden between us--something to consider. Minds made like beds the morning after, tidy decisions with loose corners. Unkempt in our attempts to put things right. If it's lost you can't have it. Now it's gone of course you want it.
"It's not an art, it's a myth":
Walking down these stairwells water drips over head. Feeling the pressure......beating on.. take a deep breath for this rot gut feeling is taking over. Waking up in dead sweats as anxiety flows over. I Just want to see you fall. Gold plated spoons fill your lungs with lead. Collapse from the weight as we rise above. Always taking advantage and now I've realized things seem a little worse. I'm worn out, tired of wearing thin.
Bare Trees:
Ghastly this place has become. Once a sacred place of old, beautiful and tranquil. This unnatural disease has left your limbs bare. No room to breathe, no chance to give. The wind like waves buries the land. It hurts to know that you’re no longer full of life and dancing. No color, no emotion. The raspy shrill of agony is heard by no one. These bare trees bear no fruit.
Lost and Leaving:
Waking up in a panic day after day. My eyes slowly take to the light, my lungs take in the cold air. The days arrive too quick and melt together. Take it in. Love for greed, love for money. We live to make amends, we live to die.
(These Ashes): Interlude
Solemn Moon:
Room. Bed. Sit. Stand. Laugh. Cry. If only I could pull myself out of this place. Although the moonlight shines through I will not sleep until the melody on these worn ears fades. I’ve loved you I’ve lost you, but I’ll always remember your song.
Remnants:
Imprints of your hands can still be seen on my back and my chest. As I run my fingers along them to retrace our lives entwined, I can’t help but fell alive. It seems almost as if every memory I have left to hold on to is with you. You were always there to help this boy grow. Every smile and every drop of life. First one in last one out. If I could have you forever it still wouldn’t be long enough.
Respire (SYNC)
A bridge from home to nowhere. Blackened faces & laughing crowds. Turn to dust and become a part of everything. Hours and hours of time will tell, the moments of our lives that we’ve had to sell.
The Looking Glass:
Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth. I feel the weight of everything compelling in this life from above and below, asking me, begging me to push with each finger until the tips are white with frustration. I see me. I see it all. Where do we fit in?
Somewhere in between I guess.
A book, a mind:
(Spoken word part: The prophet speaks to an audience of the dead. “I am your God”, he says. The dead they laugh, the dead they cry. From fear that all along that there really was nothing for them.) Seething into what’s left in buried books and empty pages. Our hearts will find either meaning or deceit. Burn my eyes, I don’t ever want to see again.
Reinventing the Veil:
Blur the lines, with your lies. How do you still survive? Why do we teach such bad habits? Where do we go from here? Nothing is real anymore. It hurts to fall together, fail together. My knees are bruised. Stand and lift your arms as high as they can go. Higher and higher, bring everyone with you. Then with your eyes in the stars stay there as long as you can. You’ll never want to sleep again.
Respire (META): Instrumental.
Cloudcity:
And in the dark, we can see our words, waveforms of pillow talk, plumes of our personalities, figures of speech. All laid bare for us to see. As it stands, there's nothing hidden between us--something to consider. Minds made like beds the morning after, tidy decisions with loose corners. Unkempt in our attempts to put things right. If it's lost you can't have it. Now it's gone of course you want it.
"It's not an art, it's a myth":
Walking down these stairwells water drips over head. Feeling the pressure......beating on.. take a deep breath for this rot gut feeling is taking over. Waking up in dead sweats as anxiety flows over. I Just want to see you fall. Gold plated spoons fill your lungs with lead. Collapse from the weight as we rise above. Always taking advantage and now I've realized things seem a little worse. I'm worn out, tired of wearing thin.
Bare Trees:
Ghastly this place has become. Once a sacred place of old, beautiful and tranquil. This unnatural disease has left your limbs bare. No room to breathe, no chance to give. The wind like waves buries the land. It hurts to know that you’re no longer full of life and dancing. No color, no emotion. The raspy shrill of agony is heard by no one. These bare trees bear no fruit.
Lost and Leaving:
Waking up in a panic day after day. My eyes slowly take to the light, my lungs take in the cold air. The days arrive too quick and melt together. Take it in. Love for greed, love for money. We live to make amends, we live to die.
(These Ashes): Interlude
Solemn Moon:
Room. Bed. Sit. Stand. Laugh. Cry. If only I could pull myself out of this place. Although the moonlight shines through I will not sleep until the melody on these worn ears fades. I’ve loved you I’ve lost you, but I’ll always remember your song.
Remnants:
Imprints of your hands can still be seen on my back and my chest. As I run my fingers along them to retrace our lives entwined, I can’t help but fell alive. It seems almost as if every memory I have left to hold on to is with you. You were always there to help this boy grow. Every smile and every drop of life. First one in last one out. If I could have you forever it still wouldn’t be long enough.
Respire (SYNC)
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
HAIKUS SHIRTS//SIQSHIT
yoooo
So, last night we got down to business and printed up some Haikus t-shirts.
These were originally going to be only a Euro tour thing but we decided to do a limited run of 38 for the US before we head out. These shirts are 12 dollars and are available through us only.
beaunavire@gmail.com for payment info.
Also, our homie kenny hooked it up with a free download of the title track from Hours today on his blog. go hit it up right away, kenny rules and i hope you will all be into the song!
SIQ SHITxTHEBLOG
Keep checking back on the blog, im going to try and keep it updated throughout the tour and the rest of the year...more rad news about HOURS and a future release next week...check it!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Life Moves Record Release// Merch Sale!
hey everyone! It's been so long since we have updated this!
We recently played our record release shows with some of the best people we know. Thanks to Capsule, Drowning With Our Anchors, Reivers, Tragic Ends, Pills, and Prizehog for hanging out with us!
Thanks to evan and alex for the videos @ hazmat and henry for the video from five points! you all rule.
HAZMAT VIDEOS
pt.2
FIVE POINTS VIDEOS
HOURS has been sent to the press and will be available in time for the tour!
REACT WITH PROTEST
We recently played our record release shows with some of the best people we know. Thanks to Capsule, Drowning With Our Anchors, Reivers, Tragic Ends, Pills, and Prizehog for hanging out with us!
Thanks to evan and alex for the videos @ hazmat and henry for the video from five points! you all rule.
HAZMAT VIDEOS
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pt.2
pt.1
pt.2
THANKS AGAIN TO EVERYONE FOR BEING AT THESE SHOWS!
Ok, and real quick, we are selling all of our shirts and records still, this includes: 4 way split--adobe homes split--life moves lp-- suffix split(next week!)-- some smalls of the crowd shirt....larges of the Love animals forever shirt....small, medium and larges of the bk boxing shirts as well! hit us up!
Please email me here beaunavire@gmail.com if you want to get anything, we would appreciate it a ton!
HOURS has been sent to the press and will be available in time for the tour!
REACT WITH PROTEST
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Just Got Our Test Presses for the One-Sided LP!
Super excited that this record finally materialized! We just got our test presses back! They sound and look awesome. Be on the look out for these fully packaged within the next couple weeks.
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