Demos 2012

by Southtowne Lanes

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released April 25, 2012

Alex Stowell (vocal recordings)

James Giles
Matt DeBellis
Matt Kupka
Tyler Giard

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Track Name: Saltwater
I can't believe that you would build me up with all this goddamn self confidence.
Just to turn around and wet your lips for someone else. Then try to apologize for this fucking mess

So wake me up when the storms subside,
And the waves stop crashing over my head.
Maybe I can breathe again.

Jumped off this cliff just to spend time with you
Thought you were the wind under my wax wings
Found out too late you were the sun burning my back
This salt water against my skin still stings.

Can we pretend just for a moment that you're the one drowning in this deep ocean?
Maybe then I'll learn to waste my time on someone else. Instead of spreading myself too thin

So wake me up when the storms subside,
And the waves stop crashing overhead
I don't think I'll ever breathe again.

Jumped off this cliff just to spend time with you
Thought you were the wind under my wax wings
Found out too late you were the sun burning my back
This salt water against my skin still stings.

So if you think this is worth it, then leave it to me
And I'll chew it all over again.
And again.
Cause you've fucked me over much worse than that night when you wouldn't stay sober.

(All signs of remorse that you left upstream got lost in the tides with my self-esteem)
Track Name: Curbside
He was tired, and he was not prepared.
She called, and he went to her.
Her hair smelled like cigarettes and soap,
and her face was pale under bright orange fluorescents.

Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He swore he’d go and find the man,
but he was afraid.
Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He should be able to help her,
but he never could.

He put his arm around her in attempt to soothe her.
She felt relief from the hand, and told him everything.
Alcohol and a misplaced sense of trust told the story,
and that was all he’d needed to hear.

He was not prepared.

Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He swore he’d go and find the man,
but he was afraid.
Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He should be able to help her,
but he never could, no he never could.
Track Name: Animus
On an afternoon in February, the tide seemed to be well behaved
Water storms in through the chasm, and a bridge extends the gap.
Something as a simple as crossing a bridge could prove to be oh so complex
The calm water sent a wave through the chasm that didn’t go under the bridge

And the boys went down.

He tried, they tried; all in all it took about five –just five minutes.

The boys were swept out to water before they’d known what had hit them. Out of almost nothing, the chasm was stealing life out of two boys. The first and smaller of two disappeared at once. He was not found
til the next morning, by some random local.

The second boy was not as lucky. He fought and he fought for his life, and his friends fought with him. They stripped their clothing for rope, in an attempt to save him. But in the end the friends yelled down, talked him through the rest of his life.

“There was nothing we could do. There was nothing we could do.”

I still feel them bleeding through my veins.
Track Name: Iron Rod
White tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boy.
He's all grown up now, packed his things, and he's not quite that saint he used to be.
Plans for his future, thrown aside.
He's as good as dead to you.
White tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boy.

I remember that night.
Sitting on the stairs, knuckels painted white.
You were holding back your tears, and
I was choking on mine.
Going on and on, about how nothing quite felt right.
Engraved on the plaque above me read:

"Remember who you are."

But I can't remember who I was back then; did I ever really change?
Track Name: I Feel Alive
There’s a war in me (And I've been drinking too much).
I’ve been screaming at nothing.
There’s nothing here for me.
I’ve been waiting for nothing.

So I moved away with a friend and a car,
and saw myself going further than far.
But I’m starting to think I’ll never be.
So I’ll drown myself in this bottle,
and sure it’s fun for a while.
But I’m starting to think I’ll never be.

There’s a war in me (And I've been drinking too much).
I’ve been screaming at nothing.
There’s nothing here for me.
I’ve been waiting for nothing.

So I moved away with a friend and a car,
and saw myself going further than far.
But I’m starting to think I’ll never be.
So I’ll drown myself in this bottle,
and sure it’s fun for a while.
But I’m starting to think I’ll never be.

But this reminds me: I feel alive.

I feel alive.