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Take the Sad Out of You
05:51
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"If I can change this pattern
I could cave this hole
I don’t know where I went wrong
I don’t know why I feel so low
All I know, is I’m alone
My nights are long
My day’s too bright
My body’s aching all the time
These fucking pills don’t work no more
If I can change this pattern
I could cave this hole
I've been giving In to breaking down
I’m moving on, I’m breaking out
I'm gripped so tight to your control
You see the way, I’m locked inside
Just move along, no, I won't mind
I’m not your little mystery
So, fuck off"
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Future For Death
05:12
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Cold blank stares into the wall
Tells the tale of us all
Forgetting our children's names
All we know just fades away
Is this the fate of us all?
I'm trading in the future for death
Is this the fate of us all?
I'll trade it all in now for death
Before it all slips away
And who we are, just fades away
Before it all slips away
I'm trading in the future for death
One last touch
One last sweet kiss
One last attempt to surely miss
One last grasp upon the day
Before all we know slips away
Is this the fate of us all?
I'm trading in the future for death
Before it all slips away
I'm trading in the future for death
Before it all slips away
And who we are, just fades away
Before it all slips away
I'm trading in the future for death
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Post Hollow
03:45
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Weekend Violence
03:32
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I've been writing this letter for too long to no one
Escorting sunlight from clenched fists to cannons
The story is too long
For nothing
No reason
There's no need for repair
There's no point for more
There's no need to repair
What's never been felt before
Waiting for the weekend violence x4
I've been writing this letter for too long to no one
The cycles repeated
My lack of the needed
Waiting for the weekend violence x4
There's no need for repair
There's no need for more
There's no need to repair
What's never been felt before
There's no need to repair
What's never been felt before x2
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Hopeless Epiphany
05:06
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I can't go on living with these thoughts at hand
I can't keep on dreaming, when tomorrow is dead
I'm tired of fleeting from all that I fear
I'm predicting disasters as they draw near
I should be moving on( X3)
But am I just suck in my head again?
Just stuck in my head
I should be moving (X2)
Coming to terms, hiding under the covers
I'm coming to terms with never having a lover (X2)
Having a lover, to fill up my holes
Having control
I'm never having it
I can't go on living with these thoughts at hand
My heart may be beating, but my spirit is dead
I'm tired of fleeting from all that I fear
I'm predicting disasters so far from here
I should be moving on( X3)
But am I just suck in my head again?
Coming to terms, hiding under the covers
I'm coming to terms with never having a lover (X2)
Having a lover, to fill up my holes
Having control
I'm never having it (X2)
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Lustalgia: Composer:
Atmospheric/ doom-pop
post-rock, Ambient/ electronica
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