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Ghostly Wind
09:59
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Something's going on
Winter like drift ice moved us apart
With all these white lies like scars in sun
I'm only left with half
And always coming back
The repeating route
From gravel to the school
But it was never you who's left behind
I'm bitter and I'm sad we went silent
It's always hard to tell when trees will fall (trees will fall)
From this concrete box it all feels far (you're too far away)
Don't move! My voice always falls out of tune
Don't move! I loved you and I still do
Just like drift ice
Just like drift ice
(The pressure in my chest will shake the floor)
The real ghost is the wind
And concrete is her twin
Accumulating down the avenue
Cements my breath as I walk to you
The moon hangs by a thread
Stitched with sulfur hair
I see it hanging bare
Peeking through the glass
And if you move an inch it might lose grip
A pendulum with nothing in swing
Don't move! My voice always falls out of tune
Don't move! I loved you and I still do
Don't move! I loved you and I still do
Just like drift ice
Just like drift ice
Just like drift ice
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2. |
Paint Cracks
03:54
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Learn to list
Everything you love
Cracking paint
Roaches fill the wall
It gives something to lose
You'll miss the one thing you'll choose
Force it in
The same response
The same question
People ask
Just the thought fills me with honest shame
It's just about killing time hour by hour
Things do change
So they say
Comfort grows
From within you
It gives comfort to lose
I miss the comfort I used
The moon repeats
Her jagged smile
Throws you in
Her raging tide
Adjust the thoughts into just something else
The comfort of an ill I'd never give away
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Clot
02:11
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We're still around I don't know how to stay
Old initials fading into the clay
Slurring your words and only halfway down
You apologize but you're not genuine
What happened to you?
You look so hollowed out
I couldn't ask, not there
You are ill-defined
Feeling belittled by the everyday
Humiliation on a paper tray
I haven't seen my closest friend in weeks
She's still around but she's faded as me
Getting out, finding space for your own emptiness
Inside, the cold you feel is all because of yourself
What happened to you?
You look so soured out
I couldn't ask, not there
We are ill-defined
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4. |
Staying In
05:00
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Facing down in a world that's not so dark
Someone else can explain that empty for me
When you're down, and I'm down
Manic parasite who tries but not well enough
Facing down in a claw machine rigged to fail
Looking in a polaroid taken from
Years ago, by the road
It's a scene of empty highways but your eyes were closed
Cut yourself back to the last time fog held you
Endless flood, thoughts ripped your skin open, free flow
And I'm down, yeah I'm down
I'm an anxious tick who stays with my sweetheart host
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Red Grasshoppers (int.)
03:02
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I thought you left but I see you're still on my curtain
Summer's the same as last winter when it al happened
It never helped
It never helped
Somewhere day crept but with windows shut I missed it
The fog of a dull day just clouds up your full conscience
It never helped
It never helped
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7. |
Röken du andas
03:23
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Hon höll min hand ifall jag föll
Hon höll mig varm utan mening
Månen slår starkt, tittar ner dött
Landsbygdens skuggor faller så mörkt
För långt, för långt
Ärligt så saknar jag dig
Ringar i vattnet drunknar mig
Allt i vattnet spolar upp till kust
Allt som jag känt kommer tillbaks ibland
För långt, för långt
Ärligt så saknar jag dig
Röken du andas dödar mig
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8. |
Moss I Trampled
04:13
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I'd walk away if I could
See what I really look like
To someone outside of my head
I could tell by your tone
That it just feels alone
When the fence colors into rust
High on the fumes from the buildings
While you're gone, it matters where you are
And if you dig a hole deep enough
You might feel the currents drying up
I blame the host of my shell
He's a chamber of thorns
Keeping all of these things inside
All the moss I trampled
Trying to figure out
What's underneath my discomfort
High on the fumes from the buildings
While you're gone, it matters where you are
Tell my reflection she looks okay from afar
I'm only half apart
I know you don't want it this way
But something resides in me and keeps me on the line
I know the street lights can talk
Telling me to take the first bus out of town
High on the fumes from the buildings
While you're gone, it matters where you are
High on the fumes from the buildings
While you're gone
It matters where you are
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It's always in the back of my head
In my window I can see the whole world
Mine's kept in safer arms
It's all enclosed in you
Tuning in for the coal
I like to look out my window and
Look at the trees swinging in the wind
And think I'm at sea again
All trees are rotting leaves
All trees are rotting leaves
Tuning in for the coal
Tuning in for the coal
Dead strings
When it's over you'll agree
It's not supposed to be
It's not supposed to be
Dead strings
When it's done
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10. |
Sickle Strength
06:18
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Shapes and bodies
Are running between
The crevasse that keeps
I'm not haunted
At least not by you
I'm not so frail
Different faces
On different men
Cold and dead stares
I tell them apart
Worms are picking at the birds
Falling from the windmill's pull
Everything is fading out with them
Scattering, and withering
Sickle strength
Figures forming from sunlit fog I tell them apart
Different faces attached to bodies are endlessly ran
Worms are picking away at the birds
Falling from the windmill's pull
Nothings coming back if its all red
Scattering, and withering
Sickle strength
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Quiet Commotion Skåne County, Sweden
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