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Intro
00:40
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2. |
Plans
04:13
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I used to be the quiet one
I used to stand bent off the tight
In a room of a house, that never has been home
I thought the better days would knock the door on its own
I‘ve never opened, I‘m grown, promised I could be what I just want
And I had great plans
Summer‘s running when I graduate
The town seems quiet in the sun
I‘ve never been the best but that’s okay
I‘m young and I know I could be what I just want
And I had great plans
Three years later I‘m still stuck where I had started
And was just taught that things I build won‘t last
That’s when those screams came up
That’s when those screams came up
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"You have to work hard, you could be what you just want"
"You have to work hard, you are old enough"
"You must open, adapt to play this quiet role"
"You must open, in those records you won't find your one"
"You have to pull through some, you must bite your tongue"
"And don't just waste yourself in those bars drinking"
"Those sad years you won't even overcome"
"And don't just pull those strings"
"Don't just pull those strings"
"Let some other scream"
"Don't those screams let you sleep not well?"
"Those ideals pale, priority changes, son, you're just so young"
"Conviction won't save you at the end, there are only genes to last when you’re gone"
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4. |
When Clocks Taunt
04:09
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I cannot count those great plans i've never reached
I meant to be even more than just a working gear
And I'm so fucking incomplete
Just a kid trapped in some mental realms
Never been a driving gear
Never been the man that I so badly seek
Acting roles I’ve never been
I see that town in fictive realms
Them screams are louder from the clocks ticking
The pillow pressed on ear
No sleep, No escape, when clocks taunt
"No regrets"
The walls are too close
Those shadows swallow me
Claustrophobic
No sleep, no escape, when clocks taunt
"No regrets"
The walls are too close
Those shadows swallow me
Frustrated
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5. |
As The Tables Stand
03:09
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The tables turned and hours passed, counted by empty glass and those smokes curls
She kept the dance slow, a scene so obscene
After the last chordal passed, she should have been the cure
After the bar’s bell went
After those bar’s bells went, I remember
How those tables stand and her lips' gin taste
Her cigarette breath, but her smile, I can't picture it in mind
And for a couple of months them screams were almost gone
But the room ain't quiet now when the darkness is overwhelmed by her laugh
The bar’s doors has been closed
I am haunted still some night
When her scent fills a breath
In the smoke of a dead cigarette, the lighter catches her silhouette
As a ghost in the somberness
And her cold fingers grab me at the neck
Lungs are almost black
Tomorrow night she's coming back
A thousand moths infest my stomach
Let those tables stand, as the bar’s bell went
That smile, that I don't remember, I can't picture it in mind
She kept carrying her heart on her tongue, I loved her for that open mind
Let those tables stand, as the bar’s bell went
But her lips' gin taste, and her lips' gin taste
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6. |
Let Go
03:06
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No pills, no needles need to see that town in fictive realms
The streets are covered by November leafs
Tired.
The summer passed as fast as it did the last three years
Or do those clocks still taunt me?
And I still can't sleep, until the bar’s bell goes, and empty glass fogs the frontages,
that used to stare at me
And those shadows scream
"Son, don't just pull those strings"
"Never been the man that you so badly seek"
No pills, no needles need to see that town in fictive realms
The streets are covered by November leafs
Tired.
But I can't let go, those riffs became a part of me
Life as an artist abortive now scares me the most
So take the hug, by autumns cold arm
Take a walk, between fog frontages on those pavements stagger setts
Between those smoking chimney stacks
And take a breath, lungs bottom filled by dust so wet, hours after the sun has set
And I can't let go
For those who called me a coward, too scared to grow, there's one last thing, that you should know
Those records figuring out the best of me
Let those shadows scream
"Son, don't just pull those strings"
"Never been the man that you so badly seek"
Now I know, must be another working gear
But those riffs and breaks I love won't break me down
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7. |
Marburg
04:17
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Brother, we've spent so much days, wrote songs from our early youth.
Brother, I'm so glad for the path you’re finally able to pursue
It's hard we couldn't write those riffs together, so I must devote them all to you
Old friend, thank you for more than sixteen years
Please excuse all this obstination and the selfish bastard that I used to be
When I think of those troubles we had, I have to smile
We thought we were working hard, acting right, too young to understand
All those beers in desperation of what we were supposed to be
So we felt, betrayed at a purpose in sight
Abandonment in this arrogance
At least we both had to struggle that mind. At least we had to struggle that mind
Brother, we've spent so much days, wrote songs from our early youth.
Brother, I'm so glad for the path you’re finally able to pursue
It's hard we couldn't write those riffs together, so I must devote them all to you
Old friend, thank you for more than sixteen years
I won't forget that threatening ambience overcame me as we drove down off that hill
The dark vault rupture, Marburgs silhouette illuminated in late autumns orange sun
I guess that town made both of us adult, but Marburg sets a youth unreachable
Old friend, I miss you here, a lot more than you would believe
Old friend, Marburg sets youth unreachable for me
Abandonment in this arrogance
At least we both had to struggle that mind. At least we had to struggle that mind
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8. |
Monuments II
04:23
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I could form monuments in stone
Decades later as weathered as the frontages of that haunted town
I know the years would shatter all, I used to be so tired
Wasted sweat to be a driving gear
Or would there be a thing that lasts?
That record will be gone, forgotten, dead but you'd hear me
And I'm still stuck between them shout from every side
Rebellion on those done, expected plights
A youth spent off the tide results in resignation for your shining bright outside
The happiness I've felt has never lasted more than just a few moments
I guess there was nothing for i've ever fought
And mentality's still laced in melancholic thoughts
These problems have always been a part of me
Hang on, that record will be gone, forgotten, dead but you'd fucking hear me
That record will be gone, forgotten, dead but you'd hear me
Here I am, there's still lot of work to do
And I promise I won't return to be that fool
Here I am, I guess that's the end of youth
I have to move on, must become someone else and I'm still so young
Thank you for your help, you've cured me through your trust step by step
Realism grows in me, but idealism won't be dead
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Arden To Ashes Munich, Germany
Melodic- / Post-Hardcore from the south of Germany.
Playing loud music and having a good time.
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