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Words Of All Kinds
06:43
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I’m not staying up
To do enough
Or leaving much at all
And it’s not slight enough
To be slept off
Or be forgotten at all
And if it were up to me
I’d say it loud
Posthumously
Cause I’m not capable
Of much at all
No not at all it seems
I’m still straining to make out
The painting from your parent’s house
Whilst lying sleepless face down on the couch it wears me out
And somehow I’m still only half inclined to work it out
And remain unchanged forever on the edge or thereabouts
I’m still straining to make out
The painting from your parent’s house
Whilst lying sleepless face down on the couch it wears me out
And I know I’m still only half inclined to work it out
What a way to spend forever on the edge or thereabouts
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2. |
Somewhere
04:38
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It’s always been ineffective
Always been enough to stave the symptoms off
It’s always been ineffective
And it was learnt so late
And leaves there dwindling leaves alone
Cut up and cast apart again
And leaves there dwindling leaves alone
Deep into ill dealt discordance
It was not in perspective
Wasn’t quite close enough to walk across
It was not in perspective
Though it was light so late
Pull down the blinds,
Don’t let the light in
Cover your eyes
Maybe if you sleep for years
The outside will morph
Into something more
Something that you
Can finally relate to
There is a home
Behind each door
Flooded with light
Still there is no home for you
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3. |
300 Hz
04:30
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With talk of the armament
And forcibly
Had you surrounded
300hz frequencies
Purposely
Were never accounted
0 5 0 2 ninety four
This is not your lot in life
But how will you ever make it out
When there is such little light
And strong divide
And in the end we both showed signs of parts unfolding
In the end with parts left uncombined
And in the end we both showed signs of parts unfolding
In the end with parts left undefined
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4. |
Nothing Feels Real
04:19
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When I think what could have come of us, If I’d have seen better things instead and the days hadn't seemed quite so dark, close to the border and nothing feels real anymore.
The last light, and hallowed hollow of your words
To find a subtle humor as I step towards that line
You perceived it with patience but powerless to inherit your father’s line
Shaped to befit his cadence and introspect hard to resist but ill-consigned
(It’s not the point of it
It’s just the truth
And that is all I want for you)
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5. |
The Fatal Flaw
05:02
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This planetary fascination can make things hard to explain
Drafting lines from A to somewhere you can’t see
Maybe I’ll try maybe I will but I doubt it
When at last I tried it was later than I thought
So fortunate, you fall upon your feet this time
This time the fail safe luck you count on keeps you
But it won’t work out again
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The Blue Period Nottingham, UK
Band from Nottingham.
Celia and Chris now play in Radiant Heart
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