1. |
Skouts Honor
03:25
|
|||
|
Scouts honor-
these shadows they dance and flicker
on walls and the seconds are all
so deceiving have i been here for hours
or days as if it matters
Ive become a waste so maybe
this is where i was meant to lay
whats a home without love
four walls to call my grave
whats home with out love
four walls to call my grave
i have too many former friends
and not quite enough real ones
to make me believe this is all ok
to make me believe this is all ok
this is ok x4
this is not ok x4
i use to put faith in my dreams
wished slumber wouldn't escape me
but recent nights it has
and ill i ask for
and all i ask for is a brave bird x2
one with a sword and shield
so that he might keep my mind at bay
i plea that he protects me
because i have learned
my biggest enemy is me
me x4
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
The things i stumble across
the things i wish i didn't
im the best at making
mistakes in every situation
if regret was in a bottle
id drink it down like these beers
and black out from your love
ba da da dada da
da da da dada da X2
this is just another late night drive
where i learn to hate myself
i cant be trusted with suck a ticking bomb
ill light the fuse and blow my self away from you
you fought for me when i needed
you the most and i left you
out in the cold this is
just another late night drive
this is just another late night drive
where i learn to hate myself
for everything i ever did
if regret was in a bottle
id drink it down
just like these beers
id black out on your love and wake
and wake with you no where near.
|
||||
3. |
Son of a Mad Man
03:39
|
|||
|
I cant I cant I cant see the Forest for the trees
and I, I struggle to breathe
my wings are broke and time wont heal
my wings are broke and time wont heal
i flew towards the sun
my plastic wings my plastic wings
I flew straight towards the sun
my plastic wings my plastic wings
I flew straight towards the sun
on the day that i fell
this feather in my hand
wont bring me luck
i try to move through the door
but it wont open up
(We live in shadow graves our hearts cant be saved)
were born into death
raised on the shadow of hope
grow up to find there's no dreams of any kind.
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
The door to my mouth was left wide open.
silence is the key but i can close it.
im grabbing at all ends but i cant hold them.
im nothing, your nothing we are all hopeless. x4
How was i to know that these thoughts would grow
just like weeds they are claiming my dreams
i cant sleep it feels like i have been awake for days
im begging for change a new place that i can lay
the change in my pocket wont bring me comfort
and the drink wont settle my thoughts
i cant survive (survive)
much more then this
and im sinking (sinking)
slower and slower (into the abyss)
i am nothing
you are nothing
we are all
hopeless
|
||||
5. |
Room Of Requirement
01:48
|
|||
Place Called Home Oakland, California
2011 - 2015 RIP
Place Called Home was a punk/screamo band from Northern California
Place Called Home recommends:
Narrowed//Southtowne Lanes Split
by Southtowne Lanes
We did our very first tour and our very first split EP with these guys. We love them dearly and you should too.
go to album
Narrowed//Southtowne Lanes
by Narrowed
the dearest homies
go to album
shhhh
go to albumIf you like Place Called Home, you may also like:
American Radass (this is important)
by Dads
supported by 7 fans who also own “Eternal Sunshine”
Such a great album, a staple of new wave midwest emo.
go to album
Not a Minute Goes By
by Missive
supported by 6 fans who also own “Eternal Sunshine”
This is easily the best *insert genre-defining label of your choice, e.g., skramz, screamo* I know. My favorite song seems to rotate over time: there is a lot of emotion, expressions of grief, and creative songwriting to dig into. Sometimes words fail me when I try to tell someone about this album.
go to album
Artificial Bouquet
by Frail Body
New on Deathwish, explosive screamo from this Illinois band, full of scalding riffs and searing vocals.
go to album
