Southtowne Lanes​/​/​Place Called Home

by Place Called Home

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Our half of the split was recorded on October 11th, 2012 at The Atomic Garden Recording Studio in East Palo Alto, California


released December 1, 2012

recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden



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Place Called Home Oakland, California

2011 - 2015 RIP

Place Called Home was a punk/screamo band from Northern California

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Track Name: 374 Miles From Home
This is all i have
i left a piece of me
beneath those rolling hills and trees
so you wont for get me
i wont sleep
beneath the shade
of trees
i wont sleep
I have dug this grave
i build a casket for two
the inside only reads blue
velvet and smooth
the dirt that chokes me
is the same that chokes you
We will use these windows as doors
ill use them to enter your soul
i dug the grave
i built the casket
i tasted dirt
i choked on it
i wont sleep beneath the shade of trees
we'll watch the leaves fall and bleed
I wont sleep beneath the shade of trees
We'll bury our hearts
Track Name: I Don't Want To Live on This Planet Anymore
We put so much trust in each other
I promise that i would try and save you
With these paper legs
I promised i would try and save you
Watch them fold away
I could write the book on self doubt
publish and turn it into self harm
but the faith in my words are weak
i gave up hope that they will carry me
Under my eyes i keep my black bags
that i fill with every late night charade
Every whisper that could never fade
I've tipped almost every bottle
to find a ship at sea sinking
You wanted me to save you
well these trembling hands couldn't pull through
we were for ocean waves crash over our lungs
At sea where we learned to breathe
Track Name: Bath School Disaster
These late summer nights
I'm six drinks in and falling asleep
Ill become a chalk line for all to see
I have been told there's no hope
I'm a story for broken hearts
No sign of blessings no signs of light
I'm starting to think i enjoy it
countless hours of feeling nothing and empty
or maybe im still searching for who i am
an endless journey just searching
its hard to pick your self up
when the thoughts in your head
come to you like breathing
Its hard to pick your self up
when the light you need is retreating
Ill become a chalk line for all to see
washed away from spring rains
i hope summer finds me
bury me under the fall leaves
let me burn beneath winter trees.
one day we will figure this out.