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The Woods
03:10
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Last night I downed two bottles of water
I lay on the floor, felt my chest rise and fall and tried not to think about the future.
Cause then my hand will curl into fists
all the novels I'm reading for school
oh my friends, I don't have the time
To fairly love you all
It's about time that someone finally looked our way
We've been here all along
Working hard, keeping strong
But this band just doesn't pay
And your despair fills every space
Covering our faces with hoods
While our eyes are going green
From too much looking at the woods
Hiding in cool, crisp sheets
like a dusk-lit dream
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Passing
01:30
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I'm holding back my anger
My temper has flared and I'm languishing in this school
It's a daily reminder
The world will never be mind, be yours, be safe, be cool
If you gave me attention
I'd have nothing to say
Maybe these words are better unworn
A lack of confrontation
And my hair was so short that I always passed for a boy
It's not hard to say
2012 has left a bad taste in my mouth
If I ever get my way
then I won't be seeing any of you around
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On Edge
02:57
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Sat on a stiff chair, Googling symptoms
Trying to remember the day, trying to recall what I wore
You're singing voice sounds staged or at least incredibly different
It doesn't stumble on the high notes anymore
Looking at wild roads
Dark, rural and twisting
Trying to remain calm and hope that I looked good
We made own drinks
knew nothing about mixing
Made me feel stronger
More powerful than I should
Everything's golden 'till that power goes
If I'm feeling self-conscious I'll get dressed in the bathroom
People overstep boundaries: you can never be sure
It's not that I don't trust you it's just how the world raised me
Never let your guard down
You've been warned
I was warned
Everything's golden 'till that power goes
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House Phone
01:50
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Call me on the house phone
We'll talk 'till it hurts to think
Things have been stilted since I got home
They really thought that time away would do me good
But the tests went out and the results are in
Calculate the resulting hemorrhaging
I bled for you when I was fourteen
And you're still in every damn record I spin
So call me on the house phone
Please just don't leave me alone
Your bed's dishevelled from the mess of sleep
Just remember you reap what you sow
You can't hide in the night's dark deep anymore
We're both only going to be eighteen for so long
Despite the misleading information of that pop-punk song
Old age, growing up, growing old - it's coming for us whether we like it or not
Whether we like it or not
So call me on the house phone
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Cinema Woes
01:20
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Just talk it out
And then leave it alone
I said "I want a clean slate, for when I leave home"
You got a stupid face and a smile that might grow
But I'd rather a billion miles than cinema woes
Me, I hate open fields and countryside roads
Just give me cities and bars and punk rock shows
You got a stupid face and smile that might grow
But i'd rather a billion miles than cinema woes
You were the first of the last of my tide's golden sea
And for that I sincerely hope that you'll remember me
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Fresh London, UK
Punx from London who love emo, shredding, touring, oat milk, and using friendship to fill a large uncertain chasm inside of yourself.
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