1. |
Round Peg
04:13
|
|||
|
Just follow our set procedures
And take your place in line
If you fit the status quo
Then things should work out fine
But we really can’t be expected
To bend any of our petty rules
Us help a round peg fit the a square hole?
No that simply wouldn’t do
We want you jumping through our hoops
Dot all the i’s and cross the t’s
We’ll tie you up in red tape
And we’ll bring you to your knees
Your a round peg in a square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Your not who we want you to be
Your a round peg in a square hole
When one size should fit all
You’ll never reach the next rung on the ladder
We’ll just sit and watch you fall
Bloody, broken, battered and bruised
And you haven’t even hit the ground yet
But there’s no one there to catch you
And we took away the safety net
We want you jumping through our hoops
Dot all the i’s and cross the t’s
We’ll tie you up in red tape
And bring you to your knees
Your a round peg in a square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Your not who we want you to be
We’re sorry we just can’t help you
It’s simple, can’t you see?
We couldn’t possibly make things easy
It’s against our policy
We’ll push until you fit our mould
Or until you break
It really doesn’t matter to us
Whichever option you take
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
We’ll have you jumping through our hoops
Dot all the i’s and cross the t’s
We’ll tie you up in red tape
And bring you to your knees
Your a round peg in a square hole
Round peg, square hole
Round peg, square hole
Your not who we want you to be
|
||||
2. |
Truth
04:07
|
|||
|
With twisted words you try to pull
The wool over your own eyes
Devious mind and chameleon tongue
Drips poison mixed with lies
Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think
In your world full of counterfeit emotion
Paranoia and imagined slights
You wear mistruth like armour
To hide from the reality of your own life
Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think
With twisted words you try to pull
The wool over your own eyes
Devious mind and chameleon tongue,
Drips poison mixed with lies
And all this time you've been searching
for your own version of the truth
Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think
|
||||
3. |
Cracks
04:47
|
|||
|
Why am I still here?
I’m lost in this place
I don’t want to be here
Despite this smile upon my face
Feels like I’m drowning inside
But no one ever sees
So strong from the outside
No one ever sees the cracks
But I lay awake most nights,
Trying to put these broken pieces back
Together
Glue them back together
Sometimes I just want to scream
That I’m here, that I feel
Does anyone even see me?
Am I even real?
And this feeling keeps on growing
Deep down inside
I always seem to be
Who everyone needs me to be
But I just want to be myself
I just want time to be me
And I’m gasping for air
I’m suffocating
Sometimes I just want to scream
That I’m here, that I feel
Does anyone even see me?
Am I even real?
And this feeling keeps on growing
Deep down inside
Why am I still here
Why am I lost in this place?
I don’t want to be here
Despite this smile upon my face.
Feels like I’m drowning inside
But no one ever sees
|
||||
4. |
Sea of Empty Bottles
04:57
|
|||
|
I spend every waking moment
Wishing you’d abstain,
Because every drink you take
Just magnifies your pain
And your drifting with the current
And your drifting with the tides
Your drifting with the current
drifting with the tides
You vowed that you’d stop getting wrecked
But it always goes wrong
And your lured back to the bottle
By a relentless sirens song
And the waves -they’ll pull you under
And these waves - they’ll drag you down
And the waves -they’ll pull you under
And these waves - they’ll drag you down
You say your life has no meaning
Or at least that’s how it seems
It’s just an endless sea of empty bottles
Filled with all your wasted dreams
And your washed up on the rocks again
Thrown against the rocky shore
And your washed up on the rocks again
Thrown against the rocky shore
I beg you for the truth
But you just weave another lie
Tell me your paddling in the shallows
When really the water is neck high
And your sinking in deep water
And your sinking in the dark
And your sinking in deep water
And your sinking in the dark
I know you count the seconds
Of each and every passing hour
But did you know I count them too?
Waiting for it all to turn sour
And your drowning in the riptide
your drowning in the deep
And your drowning in the riptide
And your drowning in the deep
You say life has no meaning
Or at least that’s how it seems
It’s just an endless sea of empty bottles
Filled with all your wasted dreams
And your washed up on the rocks again
Thrown against the rocky shore.
And your washed up on the rocks again
Thrown against the rocky shore.
An endless sea of empty bottles
Filled with all your wasted dreams
An endless sea of empty bottles
Filled with all your wasted dreams
An endless sea of empty bottles
Filled with all your wasted dreams
|
||||
5. |
Gypsy
04:46
|
|||
|
I open my eyes
To the dawn of a new day
So why do I feel
My life is drifting away?
I’ve watched your grey spectres
Twist inside my head
You’d have me chasing your dreams
Like mine had already fled
For I just can’t escape
This need to be me
My soul she is a gypsy,
And she wants to roam free
For I just can’t escape
This need to be me
My soul she is a gypsy
And she wants to roam free
Your rules make me feel that
I’m trapped in this place
I wear societies mask
Over my true face
But I’m not going to be
Who you want me to be
I’ll tear down your walls
With my army of me
And I won’t do what you say
Just because it’s what I’m told
Ignorant blind obedience
Makes my blood run cold
I can think for myself
I can use my own brain
Just following the herd
Would make me go insane
So I’ll go where I please
I’ll be who I choose
If you want to wage this war
Then it’s you who will lose
And I’ll follow my own dreams
And I’ll never turn back
My heart and my feet
Are both on the same track
I just can’t escape
This need to be me
My soul she is a gypsy
And she wants to roam free
And I just can’t escape
This need to be me
My soul she is a gypsy
And she wants to roam free
|
||||
6. |
Warm Rain
04:00
|
|||
|
You’re like warm rain
Running down my window pane
Never giving up until you find a path
Time and time again
You’re like warm rain
Falling onto my skin
Washing away the dark loneliness
That lies hidden deep within
Warm rain
Warm rain
You’re like warm rain
Falling over my face
Saving me from grey clouds
In a cold and empty place
You’re like warm rain
Washing away my tears
Softy soothing
As you chase away my fears
You’re like warm rain
Running down my window pane
Never giving up until you find a path
Time and time again
Warm rain
Warm rain
Warm rain
Warm rain
Warm rain
Warm rain
Warm rain
|
||||
7. |
Black Dog
04:20
|
|||
|
Voices shout
Voices scream
Never saying
What they mean
I've heard them all before
These little voices in my head
Gives me the urge to scream and shout
Make some noise to drown them out
They keep on whispering
In my ear
Until finally
Its all I hear
Now this Black Dog holds me hostage
Trapped beneath his mighty paws
And ignoring all my pleas
He brings me to my knees
When he snarls I start to falter
He growls and I get smaller
And I just can't shake the feeling
That I'm just not good enough
I'm just not good enough
I'm just not good enough
And I just can't shake this feeling
That I'll never measure up
He's snapping and he’s snarling
And he's foaming at the mouth
And in the nights when I can't sleep
I'm always trying to keep
That old black dog to heel
I don't like the way
He makes me feel
Black dog knows he's got me
Where he wants me to be
And while he's running in my head
My heart and soul
Are full of dread
Voices shout
Voices scream
Never saying
What they mean
My feet can't touch the ground
My thoughts are spinning round
And I just can't shake the feeling
That I'm just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
And I just can't shake the feeling
That I'll never measure up
Never measure up
Never measure up
I've heard them all before
These little voices in my head
Gives me the urge to scream and shout
Make some noise to drown them out
They keep on whispering
In my ear
Until finally,
Its all I hear
Voices shout
Voices scream
Never saying
What they mean
Voices shout
Voices scream
Never saying
What they mean
|
||||
The After Wales, UK
Born from the ashes of "FeROXiDE"; following Nikki's tragic and unexpected death in June 2022 there was a nearly completed album left sitting on the studio's hard drive. A small thing by comparison, but the question remains: What do you do? The answer is Life goes on. After. ... more
If you like The After, you may also like:
E.C. #024 - DEMO + LIVE SESSION
by VOCES DE ULTRATUMBA
Halloween may be over, but these demos and raw live recordings from Spanish '80s dark punk queens Voces de Ultratumbas are right on time.
go to album
Ornamental Hermit
by Beige Banquet
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance.
go to album
Gothy post-punk from Pittsburgh with sparkling, melancholic melodies and propulsive rhythms.
go to album
The majestic Oakland goth/post-punk group gets ready to release its first LP.
go to album
Shallow Drownings
by Soggy Creep
If you've still got a gas station jacket hanging in your closet, you may love the '90s Olympia punk churn of Soggy Creep.
go to album
Propulsive dark post-punk with catchy guitar lines and uncompromising spirit.
go to album
The Upstairs Museum
by Swan Wash
A new EP from Bloomington, IN's Swan Wash explores present-day precarity through wiry, rhythm-forward darkwave.
go to album
