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The Builder
05:53
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KEEPING WITH THE MOTION
Nothing short of failure
My home, my life, I’m the greatest
I am a noble
I am the noble
Oh, My castle is reaching towards the heavens
I will, I will, I will never look down
When will my splitting mind form cracks in the earth
Buried in the shadow of the noble
Stand a man and his home
Made from his hands
I live on my lonesome
I am just a builder
And I will always be building
Pull myself from undertows
We shrink, we grow
Where I belong
Wearing thin
Stone upon stone, is the coldest of homes
Stone upon stone, foundation is nothing when
I live on my lonesome
I am just a builder
This weathered home
Standing tall in the face of the ocean
Wet skin, dry mouth
Standing tall in the face of the noble
Enduring waves, enduring tides
Enduring time
Pull myself from undertows
We shrink, we grow
I will never set foot where I belong
The world’s on my sole, and now it’s wearing thin
Crawl to the top, sink to the bottom
Oh, white
Now he drowns in shame
Building his own grave
Built his grave
Slowly the castle crumbles
As the sand become part of the ocean
The noble has lost both his home and his crown
And the builder sings, the builder sings his mighty song
My home
It’s all I have in this world
This is who I am
This is all I’ll ever be
This is my home
All I know
It's who I'll always be
This is my home
All I know
It's all I'll ever be.
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2. |
Like Vultures
02:56
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What is the point of a helping hand
I pulled myself up from the dirt, not another man
More me, less them
On my word it’ll happen again
More me, less them
Take my words to the others’ graves
Friend dead men
Friend dead men
Friend the ones who will never cry wolf
Friend the ones who will never cry
I am not ashamed to say the Earth is beneath my feet
I am not afraid to be the one, the one who’s in charge
More me, less them
On my word it’ll happen again
More me, less them
Take my words to the others’ graves
They’re not stopping me
Just look at what I’ve done
I think it speaks for itself
Hear them cry for me
Like a loaded gun with an empty conscience
I am not afraid, I am not afraid
Like a loaded gun with an empty conscience
Why can’t they ever tell me
What is the point of a helping hand
I pulled myself up from the dirt
They all look at me like Vultures awaiting their prey
With their talons grabbing for my mind
I never thought I’d say
I guess I’m giving up
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3. |
Birthstone
03:18
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I know we’ve all felt it
Young or old, rich or poor
To want control of yourself for once
But when the leaves turn the wind has its way
Be steady, be steady
Just enough to stay
Take root in the shaking earth
Never lose sight of home
The one place where it all makes sense
The quiet, the quiet drives me insane
What am I still looking for
If an age is supposed to change me
What am I still looking at
If the mirror never reflects itself
I know we’ve all felt it
A sense of foundation
But it doesn’t ever have to end
To feel your veins coursing with happiness
Be proud, be proud
Just enough to stay
Take root in the shaking earth
Never lose sight of home
The one place where it all makes sense
The quiet, the quiet drives me insane
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What am I but a book
Buried in the walls
Bleeding ink into me
Nothing to be but a canvas
No sun
No sleep
I am a life untold
No sun
No sleep
Just keep your heart in mind
No sun
No sleep
No sun
Don’t listen
Ohhhh stay calm
And keep to myself
Being a brother to the quiet
Normal lives
Are given a chance
But the world can change without me
Bide my time
Missing every part of it
I’d rather wait for someone better
Than to be a better someone
Be a better no one
Every day I find I’m not proud of who I am
If we all decide to give up
Then there’ll be no more heroes
And if we cease to exist
Then this change is just a myth
Ohhhh stay calm
And keep to myself
Being a brother to the quiet
Normal lives
Are given a chance
But the world can change without me
Ohhh stay calm
And keep my eyes awake
Ohhh stay calm
Stay calm
Breathe silently
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5. |
Sightseer
06:24
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Into the air
Goes my sense of reality
They’re on my side
But their colors are blurred from sleepless eyes
I can’t remember my dreams
When they used to be about me
It’s really quite calming to know I’m not
Responsible for letting myself down
But everything is changing at once
And all I can see are the arrows that seek me
With every single footstep made
My search turns up empty so maybe it’s not to be
My eyes keep sinking
With every hour they’ve spent awake
My bones don’t rattle
They never will
My eyes keep sinking
From every symbol I have to read
My bones don’t rattle
They never will
Always casting on the world-weary
It’s really quite calming to know I’m not
Responsible for letting myself down
But everything is changing at once
And all I can see are the arrows that seek me
With every single footstep made
My search turns up empty so maybe it’s not to be
My eyes keep sinking
With every hour they’ve spent awake
My bones don’t rattle
They never will
My eyes keep sinking
From every symbol I have to read
My bones don’t rattle
They never will
What are these ghosts in the empty
Alone with my consciousness
Pulling strings on what I used to be
We all have our pride, mine’s just in a box in the ceiling
What are these ghosts in the empty
Alone with my consciousness
Pulling strings on what I used to be
We all have our pride, mine’s just in a box
So goes life in the in-between
Feeling comes second to the host
I need a rest from all the worthlessness
Do I even exist
I can’t remember my dreams
When they used to be, used to be about me
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