1. |
Places to Hide
03:30
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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
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2. |
Churn It Anew
03:32
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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
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3. |
Gales of Worry
03:53
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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.
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4. |
Four Corners
03:43
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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.
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5. |
Eyes Set 4 Good
03:30
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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.
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6. |
Dark Morning (Magnetic)
03:27
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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
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7. |
Touring In January
03:14
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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?
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8. |
Soft Tyranny
02:57
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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.
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9. |
Your Turn
03:52
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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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