1. |
Equestrian Arrows
05:29
|
|||
|
Pear shaped wild animals
crawling up the walls.
Church stained glass eyeballs
govern visual laws.
Clocks running backwards through
unexplainable happenings.
Slidding ddown wormholes through
surreal surroundings.
Shock hits, crack eye lids open,
scramble across the duvet and silence the commotion.
Cold skin of morning,
slither out the nest in autopilot and confusion.
Equestrian arrows
blanket the sky and rain down on her body like knives.
Pushing through the cobwebs again.
Ankles tangled up in the sheets.
A slippery game of tog of war
with this biological factory.
My siren becomes a part of the dream.
Then eerily the grim truth sinks in.
Procrastinate the hour glass
until your forced to rise and begin.
Get on your horse.
Equestrian arrows
blanket the sky and rain down on her body like knives.
|
||||
2. |
Hook In Mouth
01:42
|
|||
|
Too passive to be the predator
Let me be the prey.
Ladies first, please
Cast your line out.
Catch me out hook in mouth.
|
||||
3. |
The Mate
04:56
|
|||
|
The mate,
a great demand in our society.
Oh the holy matrimony.
But wait,
have we lost touch with something inside?
do you feel off or out of place without the husband or bride.
Are you scared of the silence in the room.
Do you feel uncomfortable seeing everyone tied in twos?
If you do then maybe it's time you got intimate with you.
Don't get me wrong
I'd still like to have someone who's mine
But without someone
There is no need to feel incomplete.
This is hard for me to see.
Too passive to be the predator
Let me be the prey.
Ladies first, please
Cast your line out
Catch me out hook in mouth
The date,
Unveil the bate, feed the biology.
Rarely lonely, mostly hungry.
You wade,
Through sleepy conversation turn a blind ear
And let the hunt begin.
When you swim hide your fin.
Are you scared of the silence in the room.
Do you feel uncomfortable seeing everyone tied in twos?
If you do then maybe it's time you got intimate with you.
Don't get me wrong
I'd still like to have someone who's mine
But without someone
There is no need to feel incomplete.
This is hard for me to see.
Too passive to be the predator
Let me be the prey.
Ladies first, please
Cast your line out
Catch me out hook in mouth
|
||||
4. |
Memory Like A Fish
03:23
|
|||
|
Memory like a fish hanging from a weed.
I wish I could remember how to land.
Lost my footing climbing in the wind
Now sinking in the cold quicksand.
An unbalanced signal is what I omit.
I wish I could speak fluently enough to express myself.
I wish I could stop wishing for dreams and know only now.
There's so much I don't understand about myself.
I can't even say what I want to say.
My mind says yes, my mouth says nothing and my heart sighs again.
My excitement has built a wall for itself.
Now nothing gets out and nothing gets in.
Left my laces open, now I'm falling over my feet.
You start off with a sentence and you end up with a mouth full of words.
Can't get my point across cause my bridges always crumble .
Lax motivation for communication has crippled my words.
I can't even say what I want to say.
My mind says yes, my mouth says nothing and my heart sighs again.
My excitement has built a wall for itself
Now nothing gets out and nothing gets in.
|
||||
5. |
Brick Ticker
05:30
|
|||
|
Son you've done some splendid
cardial masonary work on yourself.
I'd like to remark on the diverse ways in which you've torn your heart apart.
You start like a child by scibbling imaginary lines in the sand
In order to border off your imaginary land
Stick flags in the ground with your chest out proud now.
Beat down those with the same blood and bones
that lie under your skin
How your minds thin
And your heads so thick
It makes me sick, but it's true
that to think we're different just makes me you.
And I don't wanna be you.
I just wanna be free.
But to be free I must see you are a reflection of me.
I really want to hate you now
But then I'm you abd we just go round.
I really hope you see how blinded we can be by our own beliefs.
Our beliefs.
The strange thing is that these demented demonic division preachers are my best teachers,
They teach me how to be a better person.
Even tho our opinions stand in polar opposite positions
We're the same species,
The only difference is in our beliefs.
Beat down those with the same blood and bones
that lie under your skin
How your minds thin
And your heads so thick
And your heart's black and blue
But to think we're different tears us in two.
And I don't wanna be you.
I just wanna be free.
But to be free I must see you are a reflection of me.
I really want to hate you now
But then I'm you abd we just go round.
I really hope you see how blinded we can be by our own beliefs.
|
||||
6. |
Taurus
01:42
|
|||
7. |
||||
|
Don't stop swimming or you'll end up dead.
Keep your eyes only in the back of your head.
I'm walking forward and looking back.
Answers are questions and we are elastic bands.
Solutions are eels that slip right through our hands.
The night turns blue and the day begins.
An observational duet was sung til seven.
Walking forward and looking back.
I'm looking back.
|
||||
8. |
Temet Nosce
06:14
|
|||
|
Twist boa like around this
protruding blister of mind
until the skin cracks and allows
the poison to surface.
Make the hidden visible
while it is still tangible,
don't let it dry and settle
in long forgotten crevasses.
You wouldn't want to ignore your
skeletal closet just pry
the doors open, don't deny
these moulding memories.
Try to remove these
ominous elements while
benign not malignant.
Eradicate sprouting weeds.
To uproute and dissect this cocoon
you must dive deep,
stop paddling in the shallow end.
Wake up and smell the silence beneath your feet.
Not everything is thinking.
Some things are easier said than done.
It's hard to relax and give in to the venom.
We struggle and fight because we are frightened of being hurt
And so we deny what we have become.
Temet nosce
Know thy self
You have got to know thy self
Cause there isn't much else
|
||||
9. |
Head Hurdle
05:14
|
|||
|
We talk in tongues that's all we do,
Aguing over points of view.
Questions, answers, self pity and pride.
Is there any chance of peace of mind?
Two agree one belief is true
When ones red is the others blue.
We think differently and that's life.
Is there anything not touched by mind?
Word hurdle verbal dribble
Your missing out on this only moment
From listening to analytical thoughts
That have read aload in your head
A cloud is your head
When your happy be happy
Life is short and some day you'll be dead
|
||||
10. |
Sagittarius
05:20
|
|||
|
There's something special in that rolling water drop.
Sacred sleeping treasures awake and rise to the top.
The shaking lip
The holy ache
Salty cheeks
Earth on wood
In time this drip creates a lake
There's diamonds hiding in the mud.
Grounded firmly in the absence
Become human in the lose.
Strong faces turn into children
There's a heart beneath the moss.
Strangers turn into family and a light returns to eyes.
Love melts everything it touches
There's a beauty in goodbyes
shamelessly exposed and open and vulnerable
Judges defragment user the weight
Homemade masks crumble.
The naked heart
The spiral dive
Melancholy finds its host
The end of breath and body heat
The living now becomes a ghost.
Grounded firmly in the absence
Become human in the loss
Strong faces turn into children
There's a heart beneath the moss
Strangers turn into family and a life returns to eyes
Love melts everything it touches
There's a beauty in goodbyes
|
||||
lamp Cork, Ireland
Lamp are a curious sort. Angular guitars, irregular timings, progressive rock sensibilities and monster riffs. Finding a
neat definition or genre with which to categorise the band is a challenging prospect.
The band create as sonically dense an output as possible through the use of low tunings and sub-octave guitar pedals. The resultant effect has come to be LAMP’s almost signature sound.
... more
If you like lamp, you may also like:
The Bees Knees: A Compilation For Dan
by Various
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley.
go to album
Snowflakes in July - EP
by Alex Henry Foster & The Long Shadows
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version.
go to album
The spirit of the Canterbury scene is alive and well across this groovy, harmonic psychedelic suite.
go to album
Before The Day Has Gone
by Bellini
Ten years may have passed since the last Bellini record, but the math rock group sound as fierce as ever.
go to album
Variety of Rhythm
by Samuel Hällkvist
featured on Bandcamp Radio Dec 5, 2017
go to album
On their latest LP, Mogwai broaden their palette with rich synths and icy grooves.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio May 17, 2016
go to album
