Don Martin Threelok
Banned
Очень красивое эмо середины 90х, с характерным звуком. Я такое очень люблю=)
Состав:
Brian (bass)
Colin (guitar & vocals)
Dave (drums)
Дискография:
Self-Titled 7"
Moonraker+Hope Springs Eternal Split 7"
Fire As a Metaphor LP
Discography
Ссылки:
Майспейс
Ласт
[LP]
(Fire as a metaphor.)
Late night collision:
Two machines crossed paths unexpectedly.
Oddly, their engines continued to run individually,
as if oblivious to the fact that they had become one, mangled unit.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
to watch crippled hands create a fire.
to sketch an arrow.
to burn beside her
the blood of pattern.
the sound of egg drop.
our lips of old.
o' how these robust hips burn.
I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds.
I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and I hold that against you.
I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile traffic as far as the eye can see.
But I still can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.
She whistled a tune. Her lips exploded into a smile.
connection.
If only you could see the halo over the field tonight.. If only you could see
how wonderful the twisting fog is, and how it is making me feel so close to you.
Motors hum, equipment switches on and off, valves open and close,
but the truth rings clear: We have a destination. Friend, let us swim in
the afformentioned lake and feast on fish from it's icy waters. Let us for a time,
if only for a time, make it's steep bank our home upon which to dig a pit,
in which to build a fire.(Fire as a metaphor)...they passed by,
waving arms in gestures...
I continue on my way, remembering how she could smell the rain.
She smelled the rain.
[7"]
katahdn.
the erie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines.
in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite rings.
soon the sound reaches the forest, waking thousands of dormant organisms.
waking you & me. katahdn. with all your majesty. bluebird. chickadee.
we set the lake on fire. katahdn.
inefficient engine.
a suden urge to break everything i own. vision cut short. hands cut free.
you speak of walls but i speak of cycles, and they always spin.
you could say i'm egde..manual communication made it easier for us to lie,
and from where i'm standing no walls have been constructed, only cycles.
i saw what was left of you. forced back..
hands outstretched in the cold night air. offering all my broken belongings.
on by one i raise them up. to share them all with you.
[3 Way Split 7"]
(unavailable. this is a poor attempt at transcribing them)
transistor.
we start to get away from ourselves, with great aggession. so many questions.
______son. there's nothing more than our own twisted imaginations.
how many times do we find ourselves living back in the east, _______ (screams)
yes it's true i love you, yes it's true i love you..
transistor. transistor. transistor...
(Fire as a metaphor.)
Late night collision:
Two machines crossed paths unexpectedly.
Oddly, their engines continued to run individually,
as if oblivious to the fact that they had become one, mangled unit.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
to watch crippled hands create a fire.
to sketch an arrow.
to burn beside her
the blood of pattern.
the sound of egg drop.
our lips of old.
o' how these robust hips burn.
I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds.
I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and I hold that against you.
I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile traffic as far as the eye can see.
But I still can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.
She whistled a tune. Her lips exploded into a smile.
connection.
If only you could see the halo over the field tonight.. If only you could see
how wonderful the twisting fog is, and how it is making me feel so close to you.
Motors hum, equipment switches on and off, valves open and close,
but the truth rings clear: We have a destination. Friend, let us swim in
the afformentioned lake and feast on fish from it's icy waters. Let us for a time,
if only for a time, make it's steep bank our home upon which to dig a pit,
in which to build a fire.(Fire as a metaphor)...they passed by,
waving arms in gestures...
I continue on my way, remembering how she could smell the rain.
She smelled the rain.
[7"]
katahdn.
the erie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines.
in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite rings.
soon the sound reaches the forest, waking thousands of dormant organisms.
waking you & me. katahdn. with all your majesty. bluebird. chickadee.
we set the lake on fire. katahdn.
inefficient engine.
a suden urge to break everything i own. vision cut short. hands cut free.
you speak of walls but i speak of cycles, and they always spin.
you could say i'm egde..manual communication made it easier for us to lie,
and from where i'm standing no walls have been constructed, only cycles.
i saw what was left of you. forced back..
hands outstretched in the cold night air. offering all my broken belongings.
on by one i raise them up. to share them all with you.
[3 Way Split 7"]
(unavailable. this is a poor attempt at transcribing them)
transistor.
we start to get away from ourselves, with great aggession. so many questions.
______son. there's nothing more than our own twisted imaginations.
how many times do we find ourselves living back in the east, _______ (screams)
yes it's true i love you, yes it's true i love you..
transistor. transistor. transistor...
- Опис
- emo/hardcore/mid-90's/USA
- Країна
- Сполучені Штати Америки
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