1. |
The Built World
01:30
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Constant pressure
Relentless assault
Deafening my senses
No reprieve from the noise.
Way down here in dystopia
We’re all sick, fucked up, and suffering.
So of course you feel strange
Of course you don’t know why.
No more theory - I’m not listening anymore.
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2. |
No Reprieve
05:31
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It can’t be mended
The world before ours
Constant waves of bullshit
On and on, world without end.
Always screaming, always attacking my senses
On and on with no reprieve.
Every year it gets worse and worse
It just gets worse.
Do I need to spell it out at this stage?
It’s all so tedious and boring
Predictable extremity, cacophonous world.
It’s the same fucking grift
Been the same my whole life
I can’t seem to find an out
And one day I know I’ll lose.
Until then
I’ll cut myself off
Block out the noise
The best I can.
No – in this world
There is no reprieve
From the noise.
All human action
Headed towards what?
Fuck the built world.
I can’t shut it out.
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3. |
Curse Envy
01:26
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Is it a victory
Victory for you
How you treated me
How dare you envy me
Envy me and “my gift”
If you want it, come and take it.
Come to my desert
With no shape or horizon
Dare you to live here.
How dare you envy me.
I dare you to come and take it.
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4. |
Willing Power
05:12
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Is it all just willing power?
Who fucking cares?
Don’t want to hear your voice anymore
Fuck you and fuck your tedious screeds
“Is it all just XYZ?” Is it?
Wounded by the shattering of our haunts
Before they turned it all into a desert
Gentrified upon gentrification
Memories suppressed and forgotten.
Hopeless augmented reality
Was it shattered? Was it?
By year or two I’ve known all my life
You’re pathetic...
Each night I walked down the middle of the emptied roads
Like it was before they raped it all and turned it into a grid.
Yeah, each night I pray for a “real rain…”
Is it all just willing power?
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5. |
Grid of Sorrows
03:22
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My life in the grid of sorrows
A prison with no walls
Liquidation architecture
A prison with no guards.
My life in the grid of charades
Unwritten rules of the play
A script with no words
The scaffold on which I’m hung.
I tear into earth
I feel nothing
You can have my shield
Unearth my swords
Trace my spiral downwards.
Take my life now
I don’t want it
I don’t want to be like this anymore.
For what?
I wasted better futures
All for what?
Does it sound good now?
Is it good enough for you?
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6. |
An Elegy
04:09
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My first love
Still you haunt me
Nothing will change that
Nothing can ever bring you back.
Why do you haunt me still?
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7. |
Ashes in the Huron River
04:55
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The Huron River
You gave shape to me
Still you haunt me without end
Seven years of cages since
Are you ready for my ashes
And for me to haunt you now?
Are the finches waiting
And the herons too?
Do you remember my face
When you dream up my songs?
Until the sun burns up the Earth
I’ll walk with you forever.
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8. |
Empty Gardens
03:26
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I’ve had enough of ghosts and grids
Trenches, barbed wire, and shovels.
How many years are left in my wrists
My shoulders, knees, and back?
And when I was younger
I thought there’d be no end
To cheap rent and blogspots.
Where did it all go wrong?
Why is it so hard to be free?
I know the answer — it’d be far too cliché.
I just want to know:
Where did everything interesting go?
And would I have made it to twenty today?
Where did everything I loved go?
And what gives you the right to put up all these fences?
You are the true gentrifiers.
Enjoy your empty garden.
In order to kill the weeds, you killed everything.
You killed the arts of my generation
And someday you’ll be buried too.
And when there’s nothing but pious silence
Maybe you’ll hear the voice of God:
You were too good for heaven
Maybe there’s room in hell
Where you can wear your old Burzum shirts.
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9. |
Still You Haunt Me
06:13
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My first love
Still you haunt me
As you were and never will be again.
My greatest mentor
Until you, I thought I was truly alone on this Earth.
Please let me go
I want to live again
Without the pain, without the dreams.
I want to be free again.
Maybe this was all a dream
And one day I’ll see you again.
And when I die
I know I’ll see you there
So please let me go.
Still you haunt me
Please just let me go.
I still love you
And I always will.
Please let me go.
Farewell
Goodbye forever.
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10. |
As Long as Forever
04:27
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