1. |
Coming Back
03:17
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A silent adherent to a new world boredom
Drowning in my oblivion
The signals tell me it’s coming back
So much worse than before
Is it too late to reinvent myself?
To be someone else
An abstraction
There is no place for me in the real world.
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2. |
We Were Here
04:11
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Conserve this nervous energy
Nuclear winter, it closes in
Stretched wide, these level sands
Scattered by invisible hands.
Whenever I fall, I don’t make a sound.
Wherever I fall, there’s no one around.
And I don’t make a sound.
Hold back eternity
Throwing caution to the infinite
Wake to a new judgement day
The ones who burn are not to blame.
Endless quiet reigns
What of the disturbances we made?
We wrote it on the walls
We carved it into all our tangible forms:
This was us, and we were here.
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3. |
Echo Chamber
05:40
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Past mistakes are present now
The dark, it goes forever down
Wading through new watery depths
Counting every boring breath I take
In this place
In this echo chamber
I say your name
It comes back to me
But it doesn’t sound the same
These self-fulfilling prophecies
And self-indulgent fantasies
Words that bear no repeating
They ring and ring and ring
Some hideous reflection of what I should be
And the stars so eloquent in their grief
They don’t shine for me.
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4. |
Catacomb
03:49
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All these devices of death
I’m tracing circles
In desperate attempts
That don’t serve me anymore
They don’t serve me anymore
Despite myself there are moments of peace
Like so many bones beneath
The places where we sleep
I still hear the death knells
I’m pacing circles
In private hells
That don’t serve me anymore
Nothing serves me anymore.
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5. |
Bouquets
03:55
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Of a garden that won’t grow
A desperate plea for clarity
Take them all away from me
These bouquets of broken things
It’s not some strange new acceptance
That I no longer speak in sentences
What would be left of me
Without the fear that love is already here?
A learned indifference
An attempt to shed our skin
And the haunted house we grew up in
Take them all away
These bouquets of broken things.
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6. |
Affirmations
01:36
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7. |
Jaw Ache
03:42
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Sometimes the way we shift and collide
Sometimes the way we take up such little space
It’s so sad the way I shake in the wind
Let’s leave this place
Where time’s outstretched, gnarled and twisting
Make a run for the door
There’s an aching in my jaw
Let the skeletons loose with their sawtooth smiles
I can’t be here anymore
But why would I ever want to leave?
Sometimes the way we find the strength
Sometimes in the way we lose it all again
It’s so sad the way we shake in the wind
They’re on their way
And time’s outstretched, gnarled and twisting
It’s a long way down
Can you brave it
When the shapes shift?
I don’t want to leave
I don’t want to sway between.
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8. |
Futureless
04:21
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Faithless after a fall
That we could be the same
Slow down to a crawl
Open window to change
We both know where this goes
There’s no other end of the road.
Now and then,
I’ve been futureless again.
Baseless after all
I’ll make my way again
Or by the wayside, I’ll fall
And spill open on the causeway
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9. |
Wellbeing
06:17
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For a moment at a time, I can be well
I can rely on my mind to provide
Everything I need to climb
And all I need to fall
I can be well
My happiness is a brief feeling of remove
When I choose to lose it all
But somewhere still
I flow through the world
For a moment at a time, I can be well
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10. |
I Want to Feel
02:07
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I want to feel quaking ground beneath my feet
I want it all
I want to feel small as the sky swallows me
I want it all
Give me everything.
I’ll give you nothing.
Give me everything
Or give me nothing.
I’m not afraid of the waves that crash and break over me again and again
Of falling from great heights
Of sinking deep into the night
I want to be shocked, startled, rattled to the core
I want it all.
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