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Sick head
Eyes in walls
Fell victim to the medicine when
You wanted too much more
Devil's breath
Leering eyes
Sifting over everything that
You wanted from your life
Stay awake to the television
It's all in your mind
Heartache is an empty room
They tell you all the time
Projected and condescending
Held to petty crime
Nothing is worth waiting for
Oh I hear it all of the time
Well it's true
For you
On television screens
Bled out and blue
It's hard and crude
Yet cuts like any knife
You ever knew
The walls engage their pulley systems
That turn your room to a three wall set
The ceiling tiles fall out of place for the
Scaffolding above your head
You fought so hard to fall asleep
To shed the weight off your bleeding hands
Then why is it you want so badly
Just to be awake again
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What's In A Name?
03:08
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What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
I've never seen your face before
They've told me who you really are
I've heard it all and I'm wanting more
But then again what's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
Drawing pictures in my mind
Knowing the gaps will fill in time
If I looked you in the eyes
It could never be the same
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
These thoughts I have drive me insane
Tell me what you know
What's in a name? What's in a name?
I can tell it's on the tip of your tongue
What's in a name? What's in a name?
Holding tight
To the edge
Of time
Blinding light
Fills my head
Right on time
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3. |
Eight Of Swords
03:02
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There's a horrible sight outside your window
A silent procession moves through the unknown
A blanket of fog caressed by the moonlight
There's a horrible sound of nothing at all
I'm falling into a dream
Collapsing inwards
And all that I perceive's
In my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
Who can tell if you're hurt when you're the only one out there?
(Nowhere to run nowhere to go)
It's a blackened pit behind the bedroom door
(Then where do the noises come from?)
A synthesized howl cut's through the drywall
(What could it be? oh what could it be?)
Piercing, shrill and untoward
I'm falling into a dream
Collapsing inwards
And all that I perceive's
My mind
My mind
My mind
Oh it's all in my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My
Well I can see again
Now I can see again
These bindings
I've cut through
Now I can see again
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4. |
Lift
04:30
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Looking up
As down becomes insignificant
My only sense of past
Is the one reflected back
As I look forward
Into the greater wall
And I'm
Torn wide open
To my own
Escalation
Now the doubt is all around me
I can't tell just where I am
As through these thoughts I sift
In my seat I shift
And I lean forward
And I lift
And I'm
Torn wide open
To my own
Escalation
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Undertones
04:43
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I could push your shoulders back
Another world inside my hands
But I agreed to take it slow
Try to ignore the undertones
Another dream, another night
A touch of hands could set it right
Think too much about what you said
Could put me in that mood again it's true
I could read the numbers back
The endless patterns in my head
Never knowing what to say
Go through the motions every day
In the lucid sleepless night
So many things are brought to light
All these thoughts that had been drowned
Give life to electronic sound
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Theo Vandenhoff Toronto, Ontario
dark and romantic sophisti-post-punk borne of an urban miasma
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