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Past/Simple
03:37
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Past / Simple
Check the days before the break, one should never really care that much
Check the painkillers, one should never really care that much
Whatever we say
One moment and the next
It's here and somewhere else
Should let it go, should make it go away
Three pillows on the bed
There is no face
It's past / simple or so they say
Checked the days before the break, one never really cared that much
Checked the painkillers, one never really cared that much
Whatever we said
One moment and the next
Was here and somewhere else
Should let it go, should make go away
Picture yourself in broad daylight, say the name and let out a very long sigh
Then picture yourself in the dark and unravel how come you just can't stop that tide
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Margins
03:26
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MARGINS
Let's repeat that little lie first, and then be scared of heights
Orchestrating your fate as if you always knew it just belonged to the past...
Dreams of better days never come true but keep you awake
No relief in the answers that are always true; oh, better days!
I was writing in the margins of the last pages of love
I was writing in the margins of the last pages of hope
And because I knew nothing then of what was yet to come
I was struggling with a plain distress throwing only symmetry my way
Let's reveal that little life first and then be scared of lights
You cast it away because you always knew it was never meant to last
A million words to spit, they're against you
Figure out the question
A million words to spit, they're all for you
Figure out the question
Let's just find out who we are
Pay attention!
Dreams of better days never come true; to better days!
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February
02:10
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February
Cigarettes are burning in grey swirls of hope
An ashtray full of all your sins, you’ve got to learn to cope
There’s a black box recorder on, there’s a black box recorder on
The last voice in the crash was Stubbs’ growling ‘Springtime’; the beauty of a broken glass.
So we just danced and then we dimmed the lights until February’s blackout, there was beauty in the dark and we said nothing.
Another drink to a better fate, a bad taste in the mouth only time can dispel, or that’s what they say.
There’s a black box recorder on, there’s a black box recorder on.
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A Quiet Anarchy
03:16
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A Quiet Anarchy
Somewhere under my skin I don’t have to try
I’m not falling in love I’m falling in line with what we used to live
… Fulfilment guaranteed…
Put some make-up on and then read out the scene
Not really sure what it means to me
What we used to live
… Fulfilment guaranteed…
The truth of a liar is a dream and then a fall
A bitter illusion that always drags you down
Pain is a way to remember
A simple word can be a killer
Shading all the fears that have been kept inside
Not falling in love but falling and falling
What we used to live
...Fulfilment guaranteed
Use your heart, do whatever you want
A quiet anarchy, no solid ground
Use your heart, do whatever you want, oh dear
We’ve never known anyone
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Impossible Colours
03:45
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Impossible Colours
A blue pen on the table
A broken chair that used to be a throne
Music playing in the street, I’m not so sure I like it.
Red curtains in the room
I’m wondering if I should ever find an ending to the song
Find an ending to the song
Reason in those biased decisions
Is like certainty for the hardest equation
A vain attempt at self-confidence
That barely disguises the stake and the moment
How pretentious, how exciting, how deceiving, how deceiving.
There was a dream and a hope
Too close to the bone
There was an urge for freedom
Maybe too close to the bone
I thought there would be colours, it was a monochrome
We’re impossible colours, a monochrome
So say it!
I’m breaking away, I’m falling away but I’m born at last.
Run away, I’m falling away but I’m born at last
Run away, I’m falling away, I’ll be done at last
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A Tired Hand
07:55
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A Tired Hand
The beauty of the fall
The perspective of our souls
Somewhere in my deepest seas
I meant to reconcile the fury and the calm
The impossible dream of a sunny August and a living Marilyn
The ugly of the fault
Another remorse overdose
That noise in my Inner ear
It just meant to reconcile my desires and my pride
The impossible dream of a perfect crime in a perfect scene
Hold my hand, forever let it go
My contradictions your pain, I know
A mouth full of regret
A tired hand that cannot help
A mind never forgets
But a broken heart begs
A mouth full of secrets
A tired hand that cannot help
The beginning and the end
Of a crazy Russian roulette
The innocence of dawn
Till the sun starts shining on
The beautiful disasters I've unfolded
That loud silence in your eyes
And all those crazy fears at night
I’ll practice till my lips lie, my lips lie
It’s not the struggle of a lifetime
It’s not broken, it’s alive, right ?
It’s not the struggle of a lifetime
It’s not broken, it’s alive now
Hold my hand, forever let it go
My contradictions, your pain, I know
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Suspension of Disbelief
03:40
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Suspension of Disbelief
Is black a colour or a shade in the cool light of a summer day?
Suspend your own disbelief, let yourself go
Suspension of disbelief, her lips kiss yours
What would a lover write next?
Turn the page now
What if that didn’t make sense?
It’s time to let die!
We’ve somehow reached the bottom line
And your conclusion isn’t mine
I should have told you a minute ago
Three days, two nights
12 years to find out who we are
No changes in daylight
Beware and see how the land lies
Words and passion and doubts are revelling in the failure of it all.
Wrong, wrong, everything goes wrong, everything goes wrong, the end of the storyline.
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The Ghost in the Machine
02:42
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The Ghost in the Machine
What is it that turned me into this older man ?
Too many glasses of this Bordeaux wine ?
Too many hours playing those crappy tunes, whining about this fucking solitude ?
I’m holding on to nothing, can’t you see the ghost in the machine ?
I’m holding on to nothing, can’t you see ? It controls everything, a fucking routine.
I thought that I could live my desires, I thought that I could be who I wanted to be.
I wave my past goodbye and turn the other way.
Looking back in silence, I know I will someday.
So I face the truth like I’ve always done, this bitter division will never stop
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Inner Dialogue
04:25
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Inner Dialogue
Take off your coat and sit on the couch,
Then listen to the sound of your voice that lingers on and on
The portrait on the wall is a tell tale of your soul
Please, get your shit together
You used to be better than that
Your band was better in the past
Oh, so many words come to my mind
Let’s finish and our drinks and part ways
I don’t care about that damn six-month shower of destiny
I don’t care about the way you drink and you drink and you drink
I don’t care about the way you slip and you live and your try to forget
I don’t care about you always repeating things to my face.
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I Live In A Scottish Castle
I gather words that sound the same, I write the stories in my head
I'm sleeping all through the day, I wallow in lies and grey, I'm leaving (leaving) a long-term r....
In other words, I'll sound the same, can't stand the pictures in my head
I'm aching all through the day, I spit all my lies and grey, I'm leaving (leaving) a long-term r...
I drank all my pain in the summer
I lived up to my sadness in the fall
I cannot help but feel my life was long ago
I should live in a Scottish castle
You'd be the queen; I'd be the ghost
I live in a Scottish castle
I'm no king at all
I drink whiskies that taste the same, the rain is beating on my face
I'm working all through the day, I soak all my lies in grey, I'm leaving (leaving) a long-term r...
With other drinks, it'll taste the same, can't stand the lovers in my bed
I'm aching all through the day, I spit all my lies and grey, I'm leaving (leaving) a long-term r...
The last words will sound the same, can't stand the pictures in my head
I'm aching all through the day, I spit all my lies and grey, I'm leaving (leaving) a long-term r...
The last drink will taste the same, can't stand the lovers in my bed
I'm aching all through the day, I spit all my lies and grey, spit all my lies and grey.
Wake me up
When the rain just stops
And I’ll stand trial
Truth be told, I think I always knew what was not meant to happen between me and you
Truth be told, I think you always knew what was not meant to happen between me and you
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11. |
Coup de Grâce
01:18
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Coup de Grâce
Breathe in, breathe out
Clench your teeth, force a smile
As if you were the one in charge of your own life
Breathe in, breathe out
Clench your teeth, force a smile
Coup de grâce
False pretences, clear-eyed
A masquerade with no lies
Out of sight, out of mind
Making choices, hitting hard,
What a poor line!
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12. |
Empirical Dismay
09:16
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Empirical Dismay
What song was playing in the midst of battle, in the midst of fire?
What common good, what freedom for another century or two?
Who admires and relates? Who aspires or tolerates?
Human nature in portraits, so absurd alright!
So let’s believe in nothing, for either way we’re going to start a war.
Who claims the moral ground? The monster or the saint?
Who claims the moral ground? The sword or the pen?
Let’s write on every page, empirical dismay.
All hail the ghost of humaneness
Let’s fight for every page, empirical courage.
All hail the fire and the rage.
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