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Hallelujah Hell Yeah

by String Machine

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1.
where i found you, i won’t leave you. i’m a soft kid with habits all sinking in my places to hide. i just wanna hide, with buckets catching pain dripping down from the ceiling but i can’t pretend its not worth it in the end to drop all of my plans and pick up- sometimes i can’t see the center collapsing, you gotta hand it to me for making it this long & I’m still hanging on. i wanna go home, but when i go home, swallowed by the void, coin toss speaking for me but i can’t hide forever and i wanna hide forever with my jaw taped shut paper cuts on my jotting hand
2.
feelings, overuse. i would trade in my blank stare for a seat at the muse but the thrill is chased from all these spaces with sacred stones and the scent of sages and i just wanna know how it feels to feel it again but it’s a black out stock of empty spaces in high demand, a witch hunt to churn it anew i’m on the register side of fate just handing it out before i can choose, who it belongs to. our dealings, abused i would trade in my blank stare if i could choose but your stuck outta luck with all these faces with veils tied tight to their mental braces and you just wanna know how it feels to feel it again
3.
hands on the helm of aging, i’ve had friends jump ship. in the gale of worry, oh, i feel so sick. yeah, i take another one down, i can’t pick myself up now. so i take another one down, and i pour myself out but you don’t wanna feel, sorry for me anymore and i wont wanna heal, until i get out of this trap and back on track, lost in the night, stapled to the black. with my mind on the brink of shaking, i always bask in it. when i hesitate for changes, you don’t know how to count me in.
4.
Four Corners 03:43
pinned four corners to the ground, that’s not how i wanna be found, that’s not how i wanna be found, i just want some thing that’s mine but everything’s free to take, when you’re pinned four corners down, i’ve been pinned four corners down, i just wanna see the light. but i’ve got old Don Stacy’s spirit in my blood and there’s no distance that can take it away. a brain of sponge can be squeezed of its ways, i’m older now, i’m quite hardened these days but i’ve snuck your stuff in my blood as well, yeah, in my veins, i’ve got your spirit the same. i’d bare the wicked wind freaking my head out just so i can explain how i’d pour my mind into yours in a mirror room and I’d pluck the best times from my head like crows collecting for their nests and dry out the drown sunshine so you can see how much i miss looking at you. but i’ve got old Don Stacy’s spirit in my blood and there’s no distance that can take it away. a brain of sponge can be squeezed of its ways, i’m older now, i’m quite hardened these days but i’ve snuck your stuff in my blood as well, yeah, in my veins, i’ve got your spirit the same.
5.
summon 10,000 holes in my breath, court side cash sitting benched, just waiting to jump in. and i’m hanging on, Monterey up in my blood, don’t know if I can stand up against it. but there are holes in my heart that are bigger than some, but there’s some little ones in the bunch. i’ve got my eyes set on home for good. summon 10,000 forks to the grave, rose petals stabbed into their teeth, and i’m hanging ditch side with a tear rolling down my cheek and its living on, thru the braces we were leaning on, perennial breath leading up, to a heaven of sorts, with the forks that eagerly left holes in my heart that are bigger than some, but there’s some little ones in the bunch. i’ve got my eyes set on home for good.
6.
how will i feel today with where it is in the dark morning? my senses pure, i get dressed for the day, its an eclipse that i should be joining. i wanna move you out of place, but i can’t, i won't erase the pain, that i relayed into its corner for another day. we’re magnetic, like the earth & moon, i couldn’t have found here without you. & i don’t want to let you go how will i feel today with where i am getting born again? my past life breathing on down my neck, i wake up & then i’m sworn in but i never asked to be with this way, but i am, and i can’t just give up now in the face of something i can’t get around
7.
tired eyes, sold out yeah, they really blink themselves dry when i’m up all night but i keep calling, i keep crawling back to habits that i taught myself, teach myself, tell myself i love you so much i can’t give it up but i keep falling, i keep causing more hurt than i’m worth but its alright now, and i’m alright now, to be on the edge & out, with my soul out screaming i came down thinking i didn’t know what i was going to come home to, i’ve got nothing left to dwell in or hold on to. good morning time, wake up, kid, we gotta get ourselves going before the night starts a-showing its eyes i’ve been stalling, counting losses that really get me down, man. i don’t know, if this road will take us to the end, with money in our hands but i keep longing, i can’t stop myself from idle thought. but its alright now, and i’m alright now, to be on the edge & out, with my soul out screaming i came down thinking i didn’t know what i was going to come home to, i’ve got nothing left to dwell in or hold on to. when it all came crashing down, did you worry? did you understand i needed you there in the end?
8.
Soft Tyranny 02:57
and i’m feeling for you, leaning in on it all. but i ring like a wine glass when the fork taps my skull and i can’t keep my mouth shut when my heads on fire. there’s a soft tyranny, creeping in on my spine. hive mind angels collect from my living, to give it all back when my time is due. and the spell of necessity will slowly be shaken off. but i have to choose between the places i’ve been taken from but i can’t make my mind up when i’m so damn tired. there’s a soft tyranny creeping in on my spine. hive mind angels collect from my living— give it all back when my time is due.
9.
Your Turn 03:52
i’ve got 10 strikes to my heart and i feel bad, that i left you emily stranded with all of that. but the checks and the balances do their part and god made me sad guilt is the price i pay for that and it’s a phantom pain stirring in my head. but i’m forked over & churned so thin, its your turn to swallow me. and i’ve sworn over & burn so bright, its your turn to follow me. well i went out this morning hoping to anchor it, Lazarus-like, born again right, finding creases to peel my skin. when a mess of calluses do their part and i can’t shake them, its a fever dream and it all seems that i’ll be buried with it & a phantom pain stirring in my head. but i’m forked over & churned so thin, its your turn to swallow me. and i’ve sworn over & burn so bright, its your turn to follow me.

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"The music of String Machine is rapturous and inviting. You’ll find an undeniable magic within each note, a palpable energy owed in part to its creative process. Hallelujah Hell Yeah is an album of joy, vulnerability, and forgiveness. Through this inventive indie rock, seven friends manage to transport you to the bedrooms, basements, and home studios in which this was all created, conceptualized, and recorded.

String Machine isn’t shy about sharing their heart with you, and that confessional spirit continues on Hallelujah Hell Yeah. 'The album was inspired by moments of dealing with anxiety surrounding a lot of personal stuff. Usually, my instinct when anxious is to keep myself busy. Writing songs was the middle ground where I could solve inner-turmoils while feeling productive,' Beck said.

Reconnecting with journaling enabled Beck to let down his guard, and for that, Hallelujah Hell Yeah has an uniquely spirited driving force. 'This writing experience felt a lot more honest & confessional. Instead of writing blurbs of nonsense & attaching meaning in a subconscious archetypal way, I tried to be more deliberate about having purpose in what I sing/write,' he said. 'Every song has a place. I’d write the music and hum melodies until they were catchy enough to be stuck in my head. Putting the words to the music this way was a lot different than what I’d done before.'

Each single stands as a snapshot. Opener 'Places to Hide,' which finds liftoff in its twanging strings and unexpected use of trumpet was written beachside in Ocean City, Maryland. 'Touring In January' was written during a solo tour in the Poconos and uses keys, horns, and a bittersweet view of touring to create a moment of emotive triumph. When it's all pieced together, you’ll feel as if you’re an eighth member of String Machine, paying witness as a band reaches their fullest, glorious potential." -Lauren Rearick

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released February 25, 2022

String Machine is:

David Beck
Laurel Wain
Nic Temple
Katie Morrow
Ian Compton
Mike Law
Dylan Kersten

with special guests
Hal McDonough (vocals, tracks 4 & 5)
Karter Schachner (vocals, tracks 4 & 5)
Jake Hanner (tambourine, track 1)

Produced by David Beck
Recorded by David Beck & Mike Law
Piano recorded by Jake Hanner
Strings arranged by Katie Morrow
Mixed by Jake Hanner
Mastered by Dave Gardner (Infrasonic Studios)

Album artwork by Twiggy Boyer
www.sarahtwiggyboyer.com

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