1. |
I Cannot Sleep
01:49
|
|||
|
I cannot sleep, my dreams swirl.
In my dreams your head twirls.
I have visions of a nightmare.
A fear beyond belief.
Speaking of the end, an unceasing relief.
There is madness, then there is nothing.
there's no sense, there is suffering.
Ghosts haunt me but they appear not.
All there will be is decay and rot.
Your limbs fly to the ends of the room
they are elastic they bring doom.
Your fingers extent to blades, your eyes turn into mold
Your skin wrinkles and you grow old.
Your body swells and you gain a thousand pounds.
Your head goes backwards and you make a gurgling sound.
You foam at the mouth and you scream in agony.
Your feet turn into hooves and your mind into putty.
Your saliva hardens and it turns into rust.
Your smile twists and turns into a portal.
I jump in and become immortal.
I see a million sights.
I hear a millions words.
I meet a million creatures,
who fly around like birds.
At last I see a plateau that sits upon the sky.
I'm carried up to it and I can't help but wonder why.
Why does reality always seem so empty?
Why does all meaning seem to be sucked away from me?
What happened to the child?
What happened to the truth?
What happened to me?
What happened to my youth?
My body malforms and my head begins to swell.
My body fills with fluid,
I explode and go to hell.
Faces all around they point and criticize.
They never stop laughing, they laugh and they cry.
We die an infinite death.
We feel infinite sorrow.
We run out of breath.
There is no tomorrow.
Then sun never goes down.
The moon will never rise.
Reality is over.
It met it's demise.
|
||||
2. |
Between White Walls
02:05
|
|||
|
Between white walls
You'll live in a stall
Kick yourself til you fall
Years of constant fears
insecurities
Death nears
Dying inside
At least we tried
What good did it do
Still thinking of you
Still blaming yourself
Blaming the world
Grown up mad
Looking back sad
Loneliness seeping in
Your lips curl and grin
An experience of sorrow
Until tomorrow...
|
||||
3. |
Blackened Sky
02:03
|
|||
|
Vibrant red clouds in a blackened sky.
How did it come to this, how did the world die.
Dreams never end, they fog up my mind.
Where horrors of forgotten ghosts now preside.
Living in the depths of my thoughts, they haunt my very being.
A reality lost, this is all I keep seeing.
Futures of torment, deaths in the air.
Nobody can feel it, nobody cares.
Words spoken softly, and softly they sing.
Destruction and carnage is what they bring.
They care not for people who do good.
They've already burnt down your neighborhood.
Plasma and fluids, bones and disease.
Hell is now, in life there's no peace.
Cancers of man
Desperately holding on
Listen to them try, as they sing their song.
Humanity is gone, please pay attention.
Nothing is good, I'm losing retention.
My mind slips into dreams
of a blackened clouded sky.
This is the end.
This is how I die.
|
||||
4. |
The Creator
02:38
|
|||
|
There are words flying in the air.
Reach out if you dare.
Can you tell what they say?
No one dares to hear the name
Of the creator who sings to us.
He loves us all, so very much.
He loves us all, so very much.
If you can hear his voice.
Then you can rejoice.
He'll play a song on his lute.
He'll let us eat his forbidden fruit.
He restores glory to the world.
He'll create a boy and a girl.
They'll fall in love and make beauty
That will last through time.
An eternity.
He loves you and me.
There's no place I would rather be.
There's colors, sounds and moving pictures.
There's trust, there's joy and not to mention,
The birds sing songs and crickets chip.
There are worms that crawl in the dirt.
The sun sets upon a beautified land.
The creator keeps you on his hand.
The sky fills with beauty.
There's only good, no wrong.
He loves you and me.
He created eternity.
There's no place I would rather be.
With you, for infinity.
Don't ask questions and don't tell lies.
The creator may be wearing a disguise.
But keep quiet and avert your eyes.
He takes care of us little guys.
Don't be frightened there is no pain.
Just keep on dancing in the rain.
|
||||
5. |
Pin Tweaks
02:10
|
|||
6. |
A Poem For Beasts
01:42
|
|||
|
I wish i was home again
You may never return once you leave
A living struggle, there is no peace.
Rolling dice under the moon
Run in circles
Sing a tune
Writing lines that no one can read
Writings poems for the beasts
The creatures and animals that lurk in the dark
The creatures that growl, howl and bark
They bring their claws they bring their friends
You may never go home again.
The moon has risen the blood is spillin'
Feast upon the innocent babes
While they slumber in the caves
Dreams become nightmares
Thoughts are dead
Its over quick, take their heads
When morning comes we go to sleep
In our dreams we still creep
Around the caves where the innocent lay
Its in our blood to take their lives away
Glory of the kill, thrill of the hunt
Devour all the little runts
Crush their bones and break their spines
Drink the tears from their cries.
Nightfall's coming its time to rise.
|
||||
7. |
Big Pig
04:50
|
|||
|
A pig down south, you kissed my mouth.
Big pig.
A pig for your mom.
A pig for your daddy.
The pig loves creamed corn.
Chicken and rice.
Yea that's nice.
Play me another tune.
Big Pig makes you swoon.
He's running in his pen.
He's running back and forth again.
He does a piggish dance.
He wears his piggish pants.
A pig down south, he's in good health.
Big pig.
A pig for the people.
Vote pig for president.
Pig loves babies.
Piggin' pot pie
He'll never die.
Pig's coming soon.
Big pig dancin' in June
He's running in his pen.
He's running back and forth again.
He does a piggish dance.
He wears his piggish pants.
|
||||
8. |
Beauty
02:30
|
|||
|
Snowfall and rain
Blistering cold
Insane
Where could we go?
Back to shame.
Alone, cold, beauty.
Treat them well
Please, I beg.
Need help
Don't let go yet.
I've felt
Beauty.
Alone, cold, beauty.
|
||||
9. |
Screaming and Harrows
01:37
|
|||
|
In another world, alone on the floor
a reality far away, the ceiling's a door
breathing heavy and blinking with rapidity
tingles in my toes, a life that I chose
spinning in my head, my body is dead
careless but careful, screaming and harrows
deliciously divine, traveling through time
but time is dead, and so is the night
the morning is gone, and so is the light
the world is blank now, there's no one around
there is no commotion, there is no sound
there's peace in this land, but to call it that is untruth
there's nothing here, there's nothing anywhere
It's all been gone, for centuries it seems
love doesn't exist, it never did
nothing matters, and that is why universe is rid
of people, of animals and even the sky
it all disappeared, it did not die
it never existed, to think so would make you a fool
face down to the ground and fall into the pool
of possibilities and wonder and dimensions of nothing galore
|
||||
10. |
||||
|
All of the people
Have strange looks in their eyes
I feel their emptiness
They stare at the sky
The world is a mess
Their lives are shattered
We're in distress
My mind is scattered
My eyes are the sky
My feet are the floor
My mind is the world
My mouth is a door
My fingers are weapons
My heart's a disease
My hair is the ocean
My breath is a breeze
My skin is the fabric
Of all reality
Rip it off and then you will see.
My body is shaking
I fall to the floor
But i never stop falling
I can't take it anymore
Darkness engulfs me
I'm wrapped in a shroud
But I just keep falling
Through black clouds
My eyes are the sky
My feet are the floor
My mind is the world
My mouth is a door
My fingers are weapons
My heart's a disease
My hair is the ocean
My breath is a breeze
My skin is the fabric
Of all reality
Rip it off and then you will see.
|
||||
11. |
Thank You For Listening.
02:45
|
|||
|
Thank you for listening.
|
||||
Screaming & Harrows
Suffer fate, because it's the only lift you've got.
If you like Screaming & Harrows, you may also like:
Eyeball Planet
by Mother Iguana
A song cycle about insomnia, “Eyeball Planet” is full of lush, orchestral folk-pop that drifts by like a dream.
go to album
This Austin group stitches together the synthesized sounds of the '80s & '90s with '00s indie & '70s AM gold, all under glitchy electronics.
go to album
Gorgeously epic dream pop from Jakarta, Iyam accents their gauzy melodies with glossy synths and crisp drums.
go to album
Bon Voyage
by Melody's Echo Chamber
“Bon Voyage” is a record that feels as though it is alive—it changes with every listen, giving new perspectives not only on Prochet’s story, but on what happens when musicians let go of genre or stylistic constraints.
go to album
A “dream journey into the maze of emotional consciousness,” this EP offers three richly orchestrated pop numbers.
go to album
Now & Thus Suite
by Collin Gorman Weiland
The Minneapolis DIY artist returns with an immersive album that is a tribute to the past and present.
go to album
TT030: Yves Malone / Grapefruit
by Tandem Tapes
A perfectly matched cassette split between Yves Malone's beat-driven atmospheric synths and Grapefruit's burbling hearts of space.
go to album
