jueves, 30 de septiembre de 2010

Panama Rise

I found this band while checking some tfot covers in youtube. I thnk they are recording an EP or something. Check 'em out.


lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2010

Some hard-to-find lyrics

(If you wanna contribute, hit me up at my lastfm profile, cheers)

Red Museum - Un Mundo Al Reves

You generate the final symptom
Of whatever made-up mind plague you falsley bear
Sterile hearts run their even ground
Emotions breed scare

The coldest breeze that will ever touch
When manicured smiles and yourself coalesce
This your attempt to shed light
in your own darkness

Manifest misery.
Drowning so patientiently.

A perscription to surrender unveils
A side note to forever remember this curse.
A reminder of uniformed guilt
A world in reverse.

Manifest misery.
Drowning so patientiently.
Please leave me alone.
Its so hard to catch you when
You keep running backwards


A world in reverse.
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Red Museum - Fall

(I transcribed this one, so if there's any mistake just tell me)

Dangerously since I tear(?) I keep this door shut
flooding through the cracks
why does everybody seem so numb around me?
or am I crazy?

every now and then I fall and the doors open
now I reign(?) on you
never have I felt(?) so free when I hit the ground
Look at me now

My eyes and words wound you again and you ask me why
though that's the worst part
herding me purposely seems so much better than not knowing when you do
But then again I could be taking it the wrong way like you say,
maybe you're just lost in silence, there's no right or wrong way
I simply know how to feel

every now and then I fall and the doors open
now I reign(?) on you
never have I felt(?) so free when I hit the ground
Look at me now
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Oh No It's Birds (Tall tales)

Electric Church
These rhythms spent time writing themselves while I worked on ways to fold you
over. Caught in the sky I'll fall anywhere short of this lifeline I created.
Abbreviated names laced with purple controversy, I provoke your salvation we'll
shake hands then subside. These rhythms spent time writing themselves while I
worked on ways to fold you. Waking up in the company of ourselves.
These rhythms spent time writing themselves while I worked on ways to fold you
over.

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Man Named Hands
Patience under these lights means keeping that same pace, resisting the joy that
once was coherence. I don't need medicine (because) I've got this handful of
ways to keep this shit to myself. Awful place and time to self-destruct so many
times, and now even all this cannot buy your acceptance. I don't need medicine
(because) I've got this handful of ways to keep this shit to myself.
("Because" is in quotations because it appears in the lyric booklet, but I don't
hear it in the song)
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Time...and The Opposition
Time is our only opposition; disrobe the others I'll be waiting. Dissecting the
sentence of which the masses spoke; they had it all wrong. I am the statue and I
talk straight to silhouettes. Concentrated on intervals that have caused this
emergency, as impaired as the scarecrow we met in the streets who was always
wasting time. You constantly achieve all this shelter; dressed up and proving,
I'm still waiting. The solutions for those left aimlessly behind go on for
miles. Notice that these one handed vultures can see straight through your
composure.
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Snake Immigrant
(Instrumental, but I felt wrong leaving it out)
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300 Takes The Herd
Devise a plan, rewind from when the melodies shape square left to revise and to
repair. Is this the end? It's the last time I fall through the arms of a saint.
Is this the end? Constructing the ways to accommodate shape...
Devise a plan, rewind from when the melodies shape square left to revise and to
repair. Is this the end? I'm so tired of these towering eyes. Is this the end?
I'm the one that "quote" knows nothing at all.
I will be dammed if I'm the last one to know.
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Tall Tales the Conscience Tells
Don't; don't ever stop throwing quarters at the wind. Tall tales the conscience
tells giving into negligence. We are the futures crowded culture of innocence.
Don't; don't ever stop throwing quarters at the wind. You went from knowing
exactly who you are to just hoping you'd find yourself. We are the futures
crowded culture of innocence.
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Saviors
Slit the throat of the doctor who can't fix this, whatever happened to pills
that make my veins feel like flowers it's often just hours until they burst
through the floor unveiling the colors of black and grey with a flavored sense
of haste and the words that read, "I can't be the savior today."
Hesitant to resist this circus full of crippled children laughing in the
distance.
This faulted man he trades apples for liquor, counting his hours the clock just
ticks away. Somebody save us from being the saviors, counting his hours the
clock just ticks away. No longer distant this only means one thing, counting the
hours the clock just ticks away.
Though his lines were all wrong, I'm starting to agree that nothing ever
changes. Things won't ever change, and we all stay the same.
Slit the throat of the doctor who can't fix this, whatever happened to pills
that make my veins feel like flowers it's often just hours until they burst
through the floor unveiling the colors of black and grey with a flavored sense
of haste and the words that read, "I can't be the savior today."

(Thanks to this guy for these lyrics)
_______

Sunrise and Ammunition (EP)

Forcing Slavery Down the Throat of a Free Soiler


They're hiding in the dark, they're hiding in the darkest shadows. Those who wish they always had those answers from the start wonder what's worthless and wonder what's art. Some will push for this new age, some refuse to turn the page. Dull and undefined, without the future or past in mind.


Anatomy of a Ghost

Earth and sky move to divide the goals and dreams of man. Divided against himself, he can not stand.


Ex Officio

I can live just like you but I just choose not to.

......

martes, 14 de septiembre de 2010

The Fall of Troy @ Jerry's Pizza (Bootleg)

Recommended. High Quality audio


Se agradece a César Corrales

Mutiny On The Bounty - Danger Mouth


Quite energetic mathcore/experimental/progresive band. They have some instrumental songs also. I don't know much about these guys, but, anyway, they are good musicians.



One of their instrumental tracks, "Cruz Candelaria"





domingo, 12 de septiembre de 2010

Pacific Proving Ground - Sampler




Thanks to xthisisdisaster for these EP's

Pacific Proving Ground - Aptus EP

Another instrumental EP



Pacific Proving Ground - Liberum EP

Cool stuff, this EP was actually re-recorded with vocals and there are a two diferent versions of the instrumental EP also (which obviously include a lower quality one)





jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010

City of Ifa - Black Pyramid


In my opinion this is the best of them

"Dr.Spank" (ignore the artwork in the video)


lunes, 6 de septiembre de 2010

City Of Ifa - Overture

I don't know too much about this band. All I can say is that they sound like a combination between tfot and the number twelve looks like you.





thanks to xthisisdisaster for this one

miércoles, 1 de septiembre de 2010

Sunrise and Ammunition - EP

Tyler Saucier - Guitar and vocals
Chris Branton - Drums and vocals
Chris Richardson - Bass and support vocals