Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
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pointpleasant
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Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
HOLY FUK, THE HOLY GRAIL OF UNRELEASED RECORDS
Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
very, very good.
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morphinglight
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Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
Downloading this right now, so stoked. I really digged their first EP.
Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
it is fucking flawless
Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
Act of contrition
Wake up to a whisper, a voice invades my head
Shake it off, I move it away
Turn the other cheek, wake up to a thought
Full of dread, I draw it close
Look in the mirror, stare in the mirror
Tell myself again and again and again
Look in the mirror, stare in the mirror
Tell myself again and again and again
How can I say it so that it sinks in
How many times should I say 'til it really sinks in
No one stares as hard as me
No one says what I have said
No one is as mean as me
No one scars me as deep as me
This plague, my companion, feeds and starves the voice
Takes away from me, gives me nothing
What will it take to suffocate
This vicious voice that lies inside me
How can I be sure
Remember to recall
How can I move past
Like my body is so wrong
My body is not wrong
My body can't be wrong
Like my body is so wrong
My body cannot really be this wrong
(This song is about feeling with something and friend Lacy and I both suffer and bond on called body dysmorphia. It's basically just hating how your body looks and having anxiety and depression as a result. Something we both work on very hard to overcome mentally. Being self conscious about your physical looks is not a thing just women deal with. All the unrealistic standards set on looks for women also exist for men, and we all need to talk about it more)
You can't go home again
Everything turned to dust that I cared for before
Everything turned to lust that I thought I loved before
I wrote our names in the middle of the book
So every time I open it up I can see what you took
You and me try to go back in time
To when we never looked at the sky
I grind my face into my hands
You gave up, I never even tried
Cellophane wrapped boxes bring me warmth
Glue stained bottles with labels on the floor
I thought I knew pain before
But when I saw myself, my heart tore
You and me try to go back in time
To when we never looked at the sky
I grind my face into my hands
You gave up, I never even tried
Every photo tends to fade
Every film is just another tape
Every song is so vain and fake
Every heartbeat needs to take a break
I hope you find yourself
(This is about me finding a road to sobriety. I had a really bad run for a while with alcohol and cocaine. But once I was able to realize it was time to stop I felt like two different people. The person I was and the person I am. Though even that is silly for me to accept because we are never the same person, life is evolution and changes must happen for growth.)
Someone to watch over me
Who have I become, where do I go from here
Have I grown up or have I just grown apart
I reach for your words in my darkest days
Become night so fast
You love holds me so fast
I only hope that one of these days your support can be repaid
Never want to see it to the end
Without standing next to my dear friend
These birds that bind truly don't mind
Stepping in front of that bullet for you
These birds that bind truly don't mind
Stepping off of that ledge to fly for you
Never want to see it to the end without standing next to my dear friend
Who do we become, where do we go from here
Please tell me when that bridge gets here
(This is for two people; my best friend Josh and my cousin Matt. Two of the closest people I have in my life. I don't let a lot of people in due to my social anxiety, but these two dudes have never once made me feel uncomfortable.)
A measure of salvation
"Best regards"
The letters says
Illegible ink stains
My oldest friend
A blank reflection
Devoid of poise
Shatters unnerved silence
With internal noise
My bed of roses
Is potpourri
My final fires
Kindling
The wooden staircase
I've grown to hate
Drills in my stomach
A perfect fate
Don't you think of me
When i close the door
Everything we turn our backs on laughs at us in the dark
Don't you think of me
his clothes on the floor
Everything we turn our backs on
Tears us apart
Write my reply
My final words
This is the end
Or so inferred
Don't cry for me
Or say goodbye
I did it all
Nothing to hide
We bring this all onto ourselves
We play god in creating hell
The pain that I feel inside my chest
Is that same pain that I gave the rest
Everything gets cold
When she leaves my arms
Everything gets cold
When she needs my heart
These failures are my own
And they keep coming back
These failures are my own
And they're breaking my back
(When we go through a break up its easy to see yourself as the victim, no matter what side of the break up you are on. But truly in order to grow and be better in the next relationship we must look at ourselves and what role we played in previous partnerships. I'm not a perfect partner and this song is me reflecting on the fact that every break up I've been in, I have played a hand in the relationships demise.)
Sine qua non
Tonight
We discover each other
To night, please
Don't end in the light
I can't hold you tight enough
We found our bodies
I found mine
I found yours
You can taste so sweet
We watch our lives burn
When we leave these covers
Kick the ashes aside
The dust of other lovers
Your hands leave my back
And I shutter holding the cold
Until they land again on my back
Disregard the time we sold
To you
To me
Please Don't ever let the morning find me
I wish I could find you for the first time all over again
(Nothing is better than the "honeymoon" stage of a new relationship. You can't keep your hands off each other, everything is perfect, and it feels like the best thing ever but eventually that wears off and things will inevitably become more complicated. A real relationship will last after the honeymoon. I wrote this about that feeling in the beginning and about my current partner who has stuck with me through all my craziness and crippling insecurities and mental health issues.)
Taking a break from all your worries
(Instrumental)
Six degrees of separation
We scream
But when SHE screams we lean away
I'm just as filthy
See, I can see, see the pain
We look away
I'm just as guilty
Who will stop these eyes from wandering
Who will stop these blinds from opening
Who will stop these thoughts from pondering
Am I learning or am I just authoring
We scream
But when SHE screams we lean away
I'm just as guilty
She can see me look away
(This is about a huge internal struggle I grapple with constantly. Wanting to be a good feminist ally, but struggling with the internal misogyny that exists from being raised as a boy in a world that values men over all else. And having these instinctual thoughts and tendencies of masculinity but not wanting to be a bad person.)
Islanded in the stream of stars
The autumn leaves means summer leaves
And I'm left here holding on
I'm holding in
Slowly watch dying trees
The outside keeps me in
Please let the inside hold me in
These insights are smoldering
Freeze everything opening
Everything's opening
My door's opening
My door is closing
Do I love myself? Only when you ask
What does it say that these walls will never ask
Everything beautiful dies unless I close my eyes
That's when I die first, that's when I live for never
Pages turn on broken spines, their stories go forgotten
Out there eyes burn, my body hides in coffins
Faded thoughts take rest inside the ether
My body seeks rest
So I draw my life on these walls and hope that the meanings appear
I stay inside to protect you
Locked inside with my only fear
We are the ones who look inside
We are the ones who live inside
We are the ones who love inside
We are the ones always inside
(This song is about having social anxieties that keep me from going out and participating in things that seem like a lot of fun, like going to shows and other gatherings. It's hard to feel lonely and desire connections and friendships with other people and having a hard time going out without feeling panicked. It's also about being able to look at yourself. Punk has entered and area where we love to point out everyone else's flaws and shortcomings. Call out culture is a plague for two reasons; for one, it does not rehabilitate wrong doings, and two it has prevented people from being self aware and self critical by proving you're not part of the problem as long as you can find someone more flawed than yourself.)
Wake up to a whisper, a voice invades my head
Shake it off, I move it away
Turn the other cheek, wake up to a thought
Full of dread, I draw it close
Look in the mirror, stare in the mirror
Tell myself again and again and again
Look in the mirror, stare in the mirror
Tell myself again and again and again
How can I say it so that it sinks in
How many times should I say 'til it really sinks in
No one stares as hard as me
No one says what I have said
No one is as mean as me
No one scars me as deep as me
This plague, my companion, feeds and starves the voice
Takes away from me, gives me nothing
What will it take to suffocate
This vicious voice that lies inside me
How can I be sure
Remember to recall
How can I move past
Like my body is so wrong
My body is not wrong
My body can't be wrong
Like my body is so wrong
My body cannot really be this wrong
(This song is about feeling with something and friend Lacy and I both suffer and bond on called body dysmorphia. It's basically just hating how your body looks and having anxiety and depression as a result. Something we both work on very hard to overcome mentally. Being self conscious about your physical looks is not a thing just women deal with. All the unrealistic standards set on looks for women also exist for men, and we all need to talk about it more)
You can't go home again
Everything turned to dust that I cared for before
Everything turned to lust that I thought I loved before
I wrote our names in the middle of the book
So every time I open it up I can see what you took
You and me try to go back in time
To when we never looked at the sky
I grind my face into my hands
You gave up, I never even tried
Cellophane wrapped boxes bring me warmth
Glue stained bottles with labels on the floor
I thought I knew pain before
But when I saw myself, my heart tore
You and me try to go back in time
To when we never looked at the sky
I grind my face into my hands
You gave up, I never even tried
Every photo tends to fade
Every film is just another tape
Every song is so vain and fake
Every heartbeat needs to take a break
I hope you find yourself
(This is about me finding a road to sobriety. I had a really bad run for a while with alcohol and cocaine. But once I was able to realize it was time to stop I felt like two different people. The person I was and the person I am. Though even that is silly for me to accept because we are never the same person, life is evolution and changes must happen for growth.)
Someone to watch over me
Who have I become, where do I go from here
Have I grown up or have I just grown apart
I reach for your words in my darkest days
Become night so fast
You love holds me so fast
I only hope that one of these days your support can be repaid
Never want to see it to the end
Without standing next to my dear friend
These birds that bind truly don't mind
Stepping in front of that bullet for you
These birds that bind truly don't mind
Stepping off of that ledge to fly for you
Never want to see it to the end without standing next to my dear friend
Who do we become, where do we go from here
Please tell me when that bridge gets here
(This is for two people; my best friend Josh and my cousin Matt. Two of the closest people I have in my life. I don't let a lot of people in due to my social anxiety, but these two dudes have never once made me feel uncomfortable.)
A measure of salvation
"Best regards"
The letters says
Illegible ink stains
My oldest friend
A blank reflection
Devoid of poise
Shatters unnerved silence
With internal noise
My bed of roses
Is potpourri
My final fires
Kindling
The wooden staircase
I've grown to hate
Drills in my stomach
A perfect fate
Don't you think of me
When i close the door
Everything we turn our backs on laughs at us in the dark
Don't you think of me
his clothes on the floor
Everything we turn our backs on
Tears us apart
Write my reply
My final words
This is the end
Or so inferred
Don't cry for me
Or say goodbye
I did it all
Nothing to hide
We bring this all onto ourselves
We play god in creating hell
The pain that I feel inside my chest
Is that same pain that I gave the rest
Everything gets cold
When she leaves my arms
Everything gets cold
When she needs my heart
These failures are my own
And they keep coming back
These failures are my own
And they're breaking my back
(When we go through a break up its easy to see yourself as the victim, no matter what side of the break up you are on. But truly in order to grow and be better in the next relationship we must look at ourselves and what role we played in previous partnerships. I'm not a perfect partner and this song is me reflecting on the fact that every break up I've been in, I have played a hand in the relationships demise.)
Sine qua non
Tonight
We discover each other
To night, please
Don't end in the light
I can't hold you tight enough
We found our bodies
I found mine
I found yours
You can taste so sweet
We watch our lives burn
When we leave these covers
Kick the ashes aside
The dust of other lovers
Your hands leave my back
And I shutter holding the cold
Until they land again on my back
Disregard the time we sold
To you
To me
Please Don't ever let the morning find me
I wish I could find you for the first time all over again
(Nothing is better than the "honeymoon" stage of a new relationship. You can't keep your hands off each other, everything is perfect, and it feels like the best thing ever but eventually that wears off and things will inevitably become more complicated. A real relationship will last after the honeymoon. I wrote this about that feeling in the beginning and about my current partner who has stuck with me through all my craziness and crippling insecurities and mental health issues.)
Taking a break from all your worries
(Instrumental)
Six degrees of separation
We scream
But when SHE screams we lean away
I'm just as filthy
See, I can see, see the pain
We look away
I'm just as guilty
Who will stop these eyes from wandering
Who will stop these blinds from opening
Who will stop these thoughts from pondering
Am I learning or am I just authoring
We scream
But when SHE screams we lean away
I'm just as guilty
She can see me look away
(This is about a huge internal struggle I grapple with constantly. Wanting to be a good feminist ally, but struggling with the internal misogyny that exists from being raised as a boy in a world that values men over all else. And having these instinctual thoughts and tendencies of masculinity but not wanting to be a bad person.)
Islanded in the stream of stars
The autumn leaves means summer leaves
And I'm left here holding on
I'm holding in
Slowly watch dying trees
The outside keeps me in
Please let the inside hold me in
These insights are smoldering
Freeze everything opening
Everything's opening
My door's opening
My door is closing
Do I love myself? Only when you ask
What does it say that these walls will never ask
Everything beautiful dies unless I close my eyes
That's when I die first, that's when I live for never
Pages turn on broken spines, their stories go forgotten
Out there eyes burn, my body hides in coffins
Faded thoughts take rest inside the ether
My body seeks rest
So I draw my life on these walls and hope that the meanings appear
I stay inside to protect you
Locked inside with my only fear
We are the ones who look inside
We are the ones who live inside
We are the ones who love inside
We are the ones always inside
(This song is about having social anxieties that keep me from going out and participating in things that seem like a lot of fun, like going to shows and other gatherings. It's hard to feel lonely and desire connections and friendships with other people and having a hard time going out without feeling panicked. It's also about being able to look at yourself. Punk has entered and area where we love to point out everyone else's flaws and shortcomings. Call out culture is a plague for two reasons; for one, it does not rehabilitate wrong doings, and two it has prevented people from being self aware and self critical by proving you're not part of the problem as long as you can find someone more flawed than yourself.)
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brianowenwilliams
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Re: Yearbooks - Inside (2015)
Hey Yearbooks,
Remember that time you put out a really great record? That was awesome. Haha. Hope you have a good summer. KIT <3 Brian 555-5555
Remember that time you put out a really great record? That was awesome. Haha. Hope you have a good summer. KIT <3 Brian 555-5555