1. |
Power Of One
03:23
|
|||
|
Power of One
I declare war to everything that’s coming from your side
I declare war to everything in which you take pride
I declare war and I’ll finish what many have tried
I declare war to everything that’s coming from your side
The sound of unspoken words, the light of these time consuming thoughts,
they’re blinding the entire nation or in other words this one man
Empire/Nation
I got enough reasons to start a war
got the money, the people, the power, compared to you I have it all
Equality, environmental care it isn’t my concern
How I’m in love with my own greed, in love with my indifference
How it makes me feel good to see people suffer
How I enjoy it to see them die for nothing
Top of the world baby, no justification needed
Top of the world
Top of the world
I declare war
|
||||
2. |
Who We Were, What We Did
02:34
|
|||
|
Who we were, what we did
Kicking time in the face, going back to te start
Carefree, but a restless heart
Realising nothing can be undone
So fucking greatfull for the persons that we've become
It took a while, a little suffering
The cliche of falling down and picking yourself up
On the playgroung pretending to be soldiers, fighting our own invented wars
Going home at 4 o clock, we'll finish this tomorrow
Older now, different perspectives, the war continues and I still see people struggling
But no one is going home
No, no one is going home
It took a while, a little suffering
Just enough to realise our visions were so clear
What we had was real
No one could take it away from us
I remember when we were kids we did everything straight from our hearts
|
||||
3. |
Still Raging
03:44
|
|||
|
Still Raging
He's the front porch king on the narrow minded street that they call memory lane
Locked doors/Broken windows
The safest haven it used to be is now a battlefield of meaningless thoughts & worn out ideals
Build walls/Burn bridges
Your borderline it is forever
Gave it up years ago
Your past tense seems to be your new reality
The fist you used to protest & resist with is now a hammer
The hammer that destroys
Build walls/Burn bridges
Congratulations, you've reached the highest level
Sacrificed a lifetime of setting goals
You're now the proud owner of nothing
You can sit back on your front porch
Stare & see the kids as they destroy people's windows
The thoughts that cloud your mind, they cover up & erase everything you used to believe in
You're just a king with a crown of thorns, a bleeding head, white knuckles
Still raging! Still raging!
A king with a crown of thorns, a bleeding head, an old but angry fist
Still raging! Still raging!
The past is knocking at your door
It's telling you to move
Do something/Take chances
Take a step into the unknown
Do things you've never done before
He's the front porch king on the narrow minded street that they call memory lane
Locked doors/Broken windows
Front porches piled up full of images
No one but you gives a fuck about
No one but you gives a fuck about
|
||||
4. |
Recovery
02:44
|
|||
|
Recovery
Innocent
I’m innocent, he said
All this time I’ve been living in such commodity, close friends and family,
not a single person once distrusted me
Now it seems I’m not even half the man I used to be
I’ve seen my best friends turn their backs on me
I gave them friendship, they took my life
Turning their heads away, afraid to look me in the eye
They’re spreading rumours, based on what
They accuse me, based on what
I haven’t done what they say I did
I refuse to keep my head down ‘till the day,
maybe soon, maybe years from now
They will come round
Admit that they were wrong
Admit that they were wrong
Gave nothing/Took everything
|
||||
5. |
Turning Point
03:43
|
|||
6. |
My Flag, My Song
03:21
|
|||
|
My Flag, My Song
This is just another redneck song about pledging allegiance to a flag
About the oath you took
How your country makes you proud
How your lifestyle is the only way
‘Cause you and you alone speak the truth
How does it feel behind those glassy eyes?
You pray/You salute
You watch the everyday news
You pray/You salute
Even though there’s nothing new
Just your everyday routine, the way you live your life
These robotic acts they took the upper hand
So go ahead and lift your flag, sing your happy redneck songs
Eat your heart out, ‘till there’s nothing left
There is no other option
You pray/You salute
Why would you change the situation you’re in?
You pray/You salute
This disease in your head it grows bigger by the minute
I’m not judging you
I’m just telling you what I see
‘Cause you and you alone speak the truth
So help you god
This is just another redneck song about pledging allegiance to a flag
About the oath you took
So lift your flag, eat your heart out
You pray/You salute
There is no other option
You pray/You salute
No other possibilities
|
||||
7. |
Soul Searching
04:41
|
|||
|
Soul Searching
It ain’t over till you paid for every sin
Till you admitted every mistake you’ve ever made
Before that there will be no forgiveness
There will be no forgiveness
Before that there will be no forgiveness
There will be no forgiveness
You’re laying face down and your hands they’re covering your head
They’re shutting down your ears
All you see is the feet of the ones surrounding you
It ain’t over till you paid for it
They’re judging you, they’re digging through your past
It ain’t over till you paid for it
They need to know everything
And you wanna get up but you can’t
They keep you down for as long as they want
And you beg for forgiveness and redemption
But no one’s hearing you, it’s like you’re screaming in the desert
And I can’t hear you
it’s like you’re screaming in the desert
It ain’t over till you paid for it
It ain’t over till you paid for it
And you learned to separate the truth from your mind
Too bad nobody else sees it the way you do
Oh solitude how we never met
Please keep me company
You seem to be the only one understanding me
Oh solitude
Please keep me company
As we both feel so
As we both feel so
As we both feel
So desolated
|
||||
If you like Sundays, you may also like:
Raging hardcore from Indonesian punks Batu—fast, loud, and punchy, with some serious breakdowns.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 25, 2021
go to album
The woozy indie rock on this EP is perfect for cruising down an empty highway on a summer afternoon, top down, volume up.
go to album
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight).
go to album
Frantic Semantic EP
by Grow Rich
Fuzzy and swirling shoegaze soundscapes from Indonesia full of emotion and DIY spirit.
go to album
Fuzzy, poppy indie rock in the Dinosaur Jr. tradition from Indonesia.
go to album
Curves and Bends, Things Veer
by Amatorski
Quixotic art-pop worldbuilding influenced by everything from French cinema and microbiology to Taoist poetry and current events.
go to album
