1. |
XAttempt
01:04
|
|||
2. |
Millon's Millions
04:12
|
|||
|
There's a pessimist in each one of us
Staging scenarios with the best intent
There's an optimist in every one of our foes
Opening a door as soon as our windows close
Sealing the destiny
Gone up in smoke (I never thought I'd go)
Up, raked over the coals (by my own hands)
All of our days have been wasted
Since all of our children have been erased
All of our days have been wasted
Since all our children have been erased
We want it all sandwiched in the in-between
We'd like it all to suture this broken social scene
We want it all, need it all, to be it all
Let this be a lesson to steal freely what will go waste anyway
Steal freely
Everything's thrown away eventually
From cradle to cot to coffin
Oh, Steal freely
Everything's reused energy
From font to frontier to finale
All we can give is our heads
Plasticized to copyright all unsaid
Better yet
Fuck immortal, fuck forever
We barely have today
Fuck immortal, fuck forever
There's one saving grace:
Raze it, rebuild
Burn it down, rebuild
Erase it all, rebuild
(or) Give up, give in
|
||||
3. |
XInterest
02:04
|
|||
|
A long way from this planet
A long way from this place
A long way out
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Which side of this equation deserves the first explanation?
And which ear should I speak in? I don't want to waste a single second
Let's burn this candle from both ends to make amends for everything we can
'Cause there isn't any digging up the dead
They won't be where left them, it won't be like we said
No
Nothing ever goes as planned
And nothing ever ends as we predicted
So come calm me with memories of home
A place I left long ago
Where seas and seeds dried equally and I was willing to try something new
So let's burn this candle from both ends to make amends for everything we can
'Cause there isn't any digging up the dead
They won't be where left them, it won't be like we said
No
(Comfort) [Esther Smiff]Nothing ever goes as planned
And nothing ever ends as we predicted
So go and give in to familiarity
(Comfort) It's what you've known, close in tow, ebbs and flows, travel light= it's a lie
But exceed capacity
Denial doesn't bespeak of change
And nor does compulsion
To discard the weight of your own name
I've got the best picture of you in my mind
I've got the worst thorn of yours in my side
I've got the best picture of you in mind
With the worst thorn of yours in my side to remember you by
I've got your best thorn and the worst part of it is that's all
I've got the best picture of you in my mind, in my mind
I've got the worst thorn of yours in my side
Your best thorns were the worst part
They're the worst=You're the worst
|
||||
5. |
XAudible
01:30
|
|||
6. |
Hawk-Dove
04:01
|
|||
|
Well the devil really lies in the details
Who would think to look?
As its all in the perception and recall
Hostile witnesses never want to give up information
Naked favoritism for losers
The devil often lies in the deep end
Treading between layers of khaki candy-coated stock suspension
Would it please the court to open up suggestion of
How to fix the crowds of "let-downs"? (necessary evils)
(Necessary evils, de-evolution of the people)
Necessary evils, de-evolution of:
Hostile witnesses never want to give up information
Naked favoritism (for losers)
Set the standard (for losers)
Set the standard (for losers)
No default to fall back on with naked favoritism (for losers)
Play nice with the neighbors
Play nice with the neighbors
Play nice with the neighbors in sight
Play nice with the neighbors
Play nice with the neighbors
Play nice with the neighbors in sight
|
||||
7. |
XMemoria
01:42
|
|||
|
Certainly your memories will betray you
Sometimes
|
||||
8. |
Actionless News
05:03
|
|||
|
Say when we'll need to wake tomorrow from its preemptive sleep
Gather up all of the shards still reaching towards that white dwarf
Now I can't recall anything at all
Say when we'll need to get ourselves in from underneath-
the stars drip down the blackboard, memoria es el reloj de la vida
And now I can't recall anything at all
It's all closure just the same with every piece that you erase
Have you glanced at the road in front of you and me?
I've only looked down at my own two feet
They tread light like there wasn't ever anything to see
No marks, no scars, not a single clue to leave
Of benevolence or malevolence
Or some semblance of a pedestrian permanence
Scroll through all the talking points
Measures taken to mark the miles
Separate helium from hydrogen and spin the story straight
And now I can't recall anything at all
It's all closure just the same with every element that you embrace
Embrace
|
||||
9. |
XDose
01:23
|
|||
10. |
Flailure
09:31
|
|||
|
You look like the type to have your fingers crossed for luck or lies
You're always defined by paramasturbatory lines
Spines should stick out (of) your sides
'Cause no one ever catches that disguise
You seem like the type to just drive blind
From well to well once you imbibe one dry
Sleight of hand (bait and switch)
Sleight of hand (scratch that itch)
Insatiable cryptid
Spines should stick out (of) your sides
'Cause no one tries to ride the porcupine
No you don't scare me
'Cause I know you better than you think
Same shaped caste, but a mold
A parasitic growth
Here no one sees the creatures for what they mean
They all feed the creatures with a "blessed be"
Freely
With your namesake, fortunately
Blessed be
With your namesake, fortunately
The acceptable modicum
Of related insolvency
Forms the barrier (that) you don't know
That separates you and me
An acceptable modicum
Collective terminus
An absolute high noon
Is what must part us
You look like the type
That if nature was right
You'd be covered in
Spines should stick out (of) your sides
'Cause no one wants to ride the porcupine
Porcupine
|
||||
Visitors Salt Lake City, Utah
Visitors is a 5-piece progressive, experimental rock band.
Their first full-length album,
"CREST", is available now.
They are:
Bryan Lee (drums), Cameron Jorgensen (bass), Ty Brigman (guitar), Ian Cooperstein (gocals, guitar), and Ian Hilton (guitar, harmonies, synth).
... more
Visitors recommends:
Utah melodic posthardcore with some serious songwriting and vocals behind it.
go to album
RIDICULOUS mathgaze from our singer's (Coop) other project, GLOE.
go to albumIf you like Visitors, you may also like:
A raucous adventure through noise, no wave, off-kilter DIY prog, and the absurdist side of post-punk from Pagan Athletes.
go to album
The Dublin trio melds post-rock and jazz, adding electronic touches, for a signature sound that's energetic, spacious, and resonant.
go to album
Oscillating Forest
by Tangled Thoughts of Leaving
The Australian instrumental band juxtapose classical pianos and ambient swells with uncompromising, proggy post-metal.
go to album
Progressive music ensemble The Grand Sbam's bombastic compositions defy tempo, genre, and description.
go to album
