1. |
The Dream Broker
04:06
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Your honeysuckle mind
is a twining vine.
I watch the tendrils climb
closer to the light.
Nobody wants to relive the beginning.
Or walk away from a life they’ve built on borrowed time.
The situation is so goddamn deflating.
Just sign your name along the dotted line.
It’s not funny when you feel this way.
You’re chomping at the bit
to make money then you feel ashamed.
Yet you’re coming back for more and more and more.
Nobody wants to relive the beginning.
Or walk away from a life they’ve built on borrowed time.
The situation is so goddamn deflating.
Just sign your name along the dotted line.
If truth is the enemy,
then I’ve been blind.
A whole life ahead of me,
a talent waiting to be mined.
A ladder leading up into
the marbled sky.
Better tighten up,
it ain’t a one way climb.
I’m told
the best is yet to come of me,
but I struggle to confide in those words.
My past exists to haunt me.
It seeks to nullify what the future could hold.
I need you alive.
How could you forget?
The money and lies
to spread on your bread.
I’ll eat you alive.
Put you in debt.
Contractual life
that exists to destroy all creativity.
Nobody wants to relive the beginning.
Or walk away from a life they’ve built on borrowed time.
The situation is so goddamn deflating.
Just sign your name along the dotted line.
Nobody wants to relive the beginning.
Or walk away from a life they’ve built on borrowed time.
The situation is so goddamn deflating.
Just sign your name along the dotted line.
I’ll sign my name along the dotted line.
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2. |
Task of Breathing
04:17
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Take the task of breathing
and complicate it.
What started as a weight,
became a shell that then collapsed.
I wear it now ‘cause it’s a mask.
Looking back for the shift.
Defining the how and when.
I can hardly remember the
image then.
Was there a difference?
And who was I?
And what have I become?
Dizzy from the confusion,
I'm struck by realization.
Clawing and dragging my insides,
up to my head,
I block my reality,
to hide the facts from you.
Block my reality,
to hide the facts.
Take the task of breathing
and complicate it.
Take the task x3
Torn,
I crave delusion.
Torn,
I crave delusion.
You claim to know me well,
yet you're pretending like I live in my own hell.
As my mind moves forward,
drifting into blank space,
forever waiting,
hoping it will turn to light.
Looking back for the shift.
Defining the how and when.
I can hardly remember the
image then.
Was there a difference?
And who was I?
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3. |
Remnant
01:01
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4. |
Galaxy
04:54
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I’m ready to open up to you.
Can’t stand the way you are.
Exit,
become someone.
Enter,
broker of dreams and stiff demands.
Confer,
let’s build a brand to rule the land.
Entrust,
all your security in me.
Just grind the hours,
then you’ll explode,
socially mediating.
Precious thing.
More followers,
I say cha ching!
How long can you stay put to task?
Some decisions that you make come back to kick your ass.
It’s a long hard road in the victim game.
It often starts with worry then it ends in shame.
I’ll handle all the money and you do you.
Just know that if you cross me,
I’ll erase you from everything.
I’m ready to open up to you.
Can’t stand the way you are.
Exit, become someone.
We’re unstoppable.
We’re never ending.
Stars and lightning bolts.
Our fire’s spreading.
So unlikeable,
yet influential.
There’s a black hole,
a black hole in Galaxy.
I heard there was a vacancy,
to feature in your gallery.
When you smile and dance within the frame,
I make a tribute on my screen.
On my screen.
All day you’re right beside me,
within the app where we relate.
Relate.
Commander of my reality.
The nothingness is all I face.
Galaxy,
you’ll never know what you mean to me.
She needed protection.
I’m ready to open up to you.
I just lack the aptitude.
Universally admired,
click to subscribe to Galaxy.
Starts with a drink,
then a bump at the bar.
My heart could race a million miles.
She needed a lover.
A figure on screen that I dreamed I could touch,
she gave me meaning when I didn’t have much,
I just lack the magnitude.
Of the Sun,
the Moon,
the stars,
Venus and Mars.
Galaxy.
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5. |
Comfort in Illusion
08:38
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A dignitary doesn’t waste his time
second guessing himself.
A luminary wouldn’t offer light
if there’s none left for itself.
The visionary no longer inspires.
Imagination fades away.
Crawl out of the rubble.
Don’t spend your life asphyxiating.
What a crippled little family life.
They deprived me of my wife and child.
Shatter the hubris of emboldened men.
Did you believe in the power of two,
when you were young and she was smitten with you?
These are the musings of a broken heart.
It feels like only yesterday,
I had it all but it was taken away.
You left when they were on the precipice.
We’ve been here before,
without intervention.
The sudden change
in your demands.
It makes me feel
like I’m on the way out the door.
You’re hobbling on cobblestone.
The arbiter sits on his throne.
Let’s put the goddamn father on trial.
The news media control the dial.
Don’t act like they won’t blur the narrative.
They’ll say he’s a troubled kid.
Brainwashed,
false prerogative.
Don’t act like they won’t bask in the absence of truth.
A dignitary doesn’t waste his time
second guessing himself.
A luminary wouldn’t offer light
if there’s none left for itself.
The visionary no longer inspires.
Imagination fades away.
Crawl out of the rubble.
Don’t spend your life asphyxiated.
Through the trail of tears,
I find my way down a river.
Sailing past the tombs,
among debris of a past life.
Giving all I’ve got and what I’ve gained to crossing over.
I’m their memory,
embodiment of a failure.
Be who you are even if you’re misunderstood.
You’re getting somewhere still.
You had to be the one
to show me that there’s something
on the other side
of grief and despair.
Hiding from the sun.
Been a year long depression.
If I had access to a gun,
I may not be here.
The comforting illusion is setting in.
(Better get in line. Check yourself)
Hostility fills me up like I’m a bowl
(before you do something you’ll regret.)
that’s ready to crack and topple,
overflow.
(There’s no reason to get so bent out of shape.)
The comforting illusion is setting in.
(You’re gonna lose it all. It’s your downfall.)
The comforting illusion is setting in.
(Better get in line. Check yourself)
Hostility fills me up like I’m a bowl
(before you do something you’ll regret.)
that’s ready to crack and topple,
overflow.
(There’s no reason to get so bent out of shape.)
The comforting illusion is setting in.
(You’re gonna lose it all.)
Through the living room,
to the left and past the kitchen.
Down the basement stairs,
there she lies chained to her freedom.
With certainty,
I accept this grave condition.
I’m the extra rope,
the slack allowing for the hanging.
Notify the authorities
and pray that they believe you.
He’ll rectify all his mistakes.
Swears he’ll do whatever it takes.
He is not the man who he claims to be.
Lives at 20 Psychopathic Lane.
Says he did it,
but he’s not to blame.
Claims he’s not a criminal.
Lives at 20 Schizophrenic Lane.
We get calls almost every day.
Man,
he’s delusional.
We’ve been here before.
It’s the land of the false alarms.
I see no relief.
No,
there’s none ahead of me.
Life is a struggle.
We’ve been here before, as the crisis goes ignored.
Without intervention.
Crawl out of the rubble.
don’t spend your life asphyxiated.
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6. |
26 Bell Chimes
01:09
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7. |
Three Months
05:33
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This life,
not for me,
not for me.
Controlled,
set me free,
set me free.
Witness the end of society.
Three months since it started.
I gaze upon the stairs.
One month from the day
Am I his enemy?
he forbade me to enter.
Where did we all go wrong?
My son,
he says things that he’d never do.
Make a soldier out of you.
This life,
not for me,
not for me.
Controlled,
set me free,
set me free.
Witness the end of society.
Our home is a prison.
Windows all boarded up.
We’re tethered inmates.
Honey,
I’m coming in,
to prove that I love you.
There’s a murder on your screen.
My son,
he says things that he’d never do.
Like how he’d kill me then destroy all the children too.
Take a look
into my troubled eyes
and you’ll see
that I’m not pretending.
When I look
into your turbulent eyes
I can see
You’re alone.
I see faces rapidly appear
then they vanish quickly as they come.
The flickering.
(Prepare the coffins
for sons and for daughters.)
The shadows all screaming.
How did they find me in my inner world?
(Am I detachable?)
Infecting me with culture.
Take a look
into our troubled life.
Then you’ll see we’re alone.
The road is corrosive.
I’ll find the next one.
Would you rather be a ghost,
than live your life tied to this one?
No son of mine could work for the devil.
Can’t live my life tied to this one.
This is our reality.
You alienate,
I cut off from the world.
Have you come to understand
the power that lies within you is perverse?
You won’t accept the help.
No matter the action your therapist urged.
My son,
won’t you point that gun away please?
Let’s leave the past behind.
Be all that you can be.
This life,
not for me,
not for me.
Controlled,
set me free,
set me free.
Collect the discharged casings.
Dispose of the gun.
Was it a life worth taking?
Have you just begun?
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8. |
Absolute Zero
06:04
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Why did you let go?
It wasn’t your time to release.
Why did you let go?
It wasn’t your place.
Our ritual
was my only real retreat.
Those nights we’d spend
hanging out after the stream.
Why did you let go?
It wasn’t your time to release.
Why did you let go?
It wasn’t your place.
Sensational!
When will I get to taste
a wealth so sweet,
low hanging fruit,
a juicy peach?
No,
you can’t hide from it.
Can’t shut you off.
Can’t put down the phone.
I’m remote control.
I’ve become a drone.
Someone on parole.
Often bought and sold.
Beckoning anew.
Separate the stars.
Can’t hide from it
No,
you.
No,
you.
Can’t hide from it
No,
you.
No,
you.
Can’t hide from it
No,
you.
No,
you can’t evade
the reaction to the leak.
Existence is so high maintenance.
We come to terms with who we are.
Is your soul absolute?
Zero sum,
No dispute.
Squeaky clean,
with no regrets.
Sign it now!
On the dotted line.
Sign it now!
The reaction to the leak.
Existence is so high maintenance.
We come to terms with who we are
before the hour of letting go.
So insincere,
they grew up on what I tweeted.
A liar’s bond
of the elite.
That once was me.
That once was me.
Existence is so high maintenance.
Cold truth.
Hard truth is the enemy.
Enemy.
Cold truth,
when we are blind.
Hard truth.
Cold truth is the enemy.
Enemy.
Hard truth,
when we are blind.
In the beginning,
before this unwound,
I had a feeling that nobody would hear me.
A pretty little face interfacing on the internet.
Didn’t have to be amazing,
just someone that I wasn’t.
I’m not.
And now I’m not.
Now I’m not.
Now I feel inconsequential.
Now I’m not.
And now I’m not.
Now I’m no longer their hero.
A ladder leading up into
the marbled sky.
Better tighten up
it ain’t a one way climb.
Cold truth.
Climb.
Hard truth is the enemy.
Enemy.
Cold truth.
Climb.
There’s a black hole.
A black hole in Galaxy.
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Head with Wings are storytellers of sound. Textured, ethereal, and blissfully haunting, the U.S. - based quintet creates boundary-pushing rock songs that straddle the aesthetic line between art music and narrative drama.
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