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A Little Bit of Peril
04:44
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A little bit of peril to keep my alive.
A little bit of danger makes you want to survive.
I don't like living on the edge but it's nice to see the heights from time to time.
A little peril, a litte more alive.
A wafer thin line to tread, a balance hard to strike.
Fighting down the urge to jump with vertigo and spite.
Be the bigger man they say, but what if you get hit as you walk away?
Something starts to tingle at the end of the night.
All i have left is the shame and the guilt and the pain and regret buried deep like you taught me to keep.
Don't let it show all the punches you throw arms locked by your side, choke them down 'til they go back to sleep.
How do you teach bravery?
If i was pushed harder would i be a braver man.
A little less decent, but sticking to the plan.
Operating without fear of consequence or failure got me here.
A little peril but not enough to thrive.
How do you teach bravery?
All the things i aim to be, Bitten tongue and fingers bleed.
Someone teach me...
And all i have left is everything you taught me, look at what it's got me.
All i have left is everything you taught me, locked inside with no key
All i have left is everything you taught me, ulcers eating my cheek.
And all i have left is me.
Everything you taught me look at what it's got me, all i have left.
How do you teach bravery?
Everything you taught me look at what its got me, all i have left.
How do you teach bravery?
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Ghosts in the Hallways
03:27
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We are the ghosts and we are always here.
Nailed to the past in the dark and in the clear.
The shadows hold the weight to knock you to the dirt.
The whispers don't get louder but the syllables still hurt
And we will not go to that special place.
Buried in the mortar of the bricks that made you
And we have no faces and no names
Everyone you hurt knows your secrets and truths
You've never learnt a thing we taught you.
You never learned a thing at all.
We are the ghosts, the ghosts in the hallways
We know you don't remember us but we're still here
We are the ghosts, the ghost in the hallways
When you try and reach for us we disappear
But we never forget you and we're coming to get you
No matter how far you run we know who you were.
We're roaming through the rooms and corridors you left
Spectres of a memory you can't and won't forget.
We're everywhere you go and we will never leave
We never really move just shuffling our feet
And we will not go to that special place
Buried in the fabric of the bricks that made you
And we have no faces and no names
Moans are our words, our news and tributes
You've never learnt a thing we taught you
You never learned a thing at all.
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Blood and Bone
04:13
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For all the blood and the bone that i have left in this earth
Enough to make it my home for all that is worth.
I've cut the soles of my feet walking barefoot on these streets
So many wasted hours but looking back we had peace.
For all the blood and bone,
You never know what you've got until it is gone
For all the blood and the bone
We make these places our home wherever we go
Freedom came with two wheels, living a life without fear
Gossip leaves you with wide eyes, bloody knees give you tears
Exploring places we know. Trying to find who you are
Nostalgia makes it always summer, we never need to go far
This is where we were made, we're built of these roads and fields
And we'll carry them with us in how we think and how we feel
No matter where you come from, no matter where you have been
Some questions need answering, so tell me everything.
For all the blood and the bone
You never know what you've got until it is gone
For all the blood and the bone
We'll make these places our home wherever we go
Wherever you go.
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Childsplay
03:30
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I found a photograph. He's standing in the back
A figure quick to laugh to cover up the cracks
A faded image holds secrets we should have known
Potential never owned, all those untrodden roads
Sticks and stones will break our bones but names will never hurt us
It's such a lie, they cut inside and saying they don't is dangerous
Sticks and stones may break our bones but names will never hurt us
They have a price, they change your life, they're poison and contagious
He's gone where we can't go to find and bring him home
Tell him he's not alone, we lost touch long ago
We sent flowers to remind us of the great naive times but
Fresh faced and unmaligned, another one got left behind.
I found a photograph, he's standing in the back
A figure quick to laugh to cover up the cracks.
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Limp Lung
04:37
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Words. Words with meaning that change from good to bad from low to high
Don't, don't feel guilty for keeping certain words locked up inside.
This isn't shy
There's times that i can't quite find the words to clarify my thoughts
I can't describe the moonlight in only binary, just ones and noughts
I scarify my lazy brain, put voice to love and notes to hate
But black ink just sits on a page
Sing. Sing like you need it mean it.
Get everything out leave no-one in any doubt so sing.
Sing like you have to have to
The words that you spray might save your life some day so
Bellow out the misery and shine and hope that it is gonna be alright. Sing
Sometimes you will find me sitting in my car mouth open wide.
That's where i am most honest. No-one can stop me screaming as i drive.
For every bitten tongue that stings
For every disemboweled feeling
For everything you keep locked in. Sing.
Open your mouth and let it all out. Singing.
If you believe it sing like you mean it.
If you believe it sing like you need it.
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The Highwire Calamity Gravesend, UK
Aiming for somewhere between Arcade Fire and Murder By Death, usually missing
wildly.
I had songs that weren't right for my other band (3dbsdown.bandcamp.com), so I started demoing them for myself. It has got a bit out of hand. I'd like to record more songs properly but that costs money, so all contributions gratefully accepted.
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The Highwire Calamity recommends:
Bitter Drink, Bitter Moon
by Murder By Death
If you don't know MBD then think americana/desert/whisky. This and In Bocca are my favourites but i love them all. I've been singing Lost River to my son every night for 3 years. Just beautiful.
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Gemma Ray makes albums of incredibly atmospheric dark little pop songs, and her most recent is no different. Easy to get lost in for a while.
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