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No Cadence
01:23
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Forget that you think there's an end because there never is
You just hold it in 'til you're overspent and you can't comprehend
Stop trying to find the pattern
Christ, this isn't how you wait for the next life crisis
Becoming stale in your age
You're never making a change
You never mean what you say
You simply stay in place
I've got no patience
No statement
No cadence
I am ill with intent
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EDGE
03:10
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Tell me that I'm too much
But if you won't stand up for yourself
How am I to guarantee you'll be any help when they come for me?
"Why did I say that?"
"What did I mean?"
"Why didn't I say anything not something in-between?"
Or do I speak
Just to hear my voice
making noise
Your priorities
You don't want a say
In things you take
and choices you've made
Your priorities
You can't keep yours
Get it together
Ask for help
Do it backwards, give em hell
All the bastards!
Retry to restart
Do how you do with all of your heart
and get what the world owes you
Another week of playing dead for your friends.
Your priorities
Another year just flying by until you die.
Your priorities
You can't keep yours straight
You're disconnected.
I feel out of place
I've outlived my stay
But I'm OK
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SARA
02:08
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I only have questions
Why can't I take you home?
I'll keep my hair long and I would keep my voice down if I thought I could.
Your home is a Palace
But could a peasant catch your eye?
And if he asked you for more than money-would you retreat back inside?
Cause so would I
All you have on your side
Is telling me that I'm not right
Can't you see I'm one of the good guys?
I'm not like these fiends with knives
I'm not "down" for taking lives
I just need you to tell me I'm right
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FRMR
03:08
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You're just a selfish boy
You never learned to share
You let the coffee burn and I learned not to care
I think you hardly know how fast we're growing old
But I guess maybe we'll let that go
See, you're good
But it's all you have
There's nothing more for me to give past that
I don't think you're clever, boy
I think you're paper thin
And all your accolades stem from your friends.
When it all starts to fade to black
And the stains aren't coming out
You complain while you're packing up your things and moving out.
You better watch your mouth
All the things that come out
You better wash em out
We did what adults would do-what went wrong?
I'd like to let you hold on to what you have with your meager hands
But I can do better and you should be threatened
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CRZR
02:25
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It doesn't take a lot to get me riled up
I've spent most my life looking for a fight
Because if I'm not right maybe I'm wasting my time
Taking turns while they're taking what's mine
You're so misled
You think that you're brand new
I think you live in your head
You think that I do too
But I am not so small for those selfish thoughts
I came to feed with friends like me
I'm not that bad
Stop your crying, keep it quiet
You're all I have
Gather your composure, kid
Get the fuck over it
I came to learn
You scared me to death when I thought you left
I came with love
People in hell long to lay in the snow
But you have gotta stay when you've got nowhere to go
"I would lie, cheat, steal just so you know"
Low and behold
So above, so below
I felt my heart deflate and fill with hate
I thought all I had was slipping through the cracks
I saw my doubts turning into facts
Why are you so scared when I talk like that?
I'm not that bad
Stop your crying, keep it quiet
You're all I have
Gather your composure, kid
Get the fuck over it
I came to learn
You scared me to death when I thought you left
I came with love
I came with love
I came with love
I came with love
But I can't win
I came with love
I came with love
I came with love
But I can't win
I came with love
I came with love
I came with love
But I can't win
I came with love
I came with love
I came with love
But I can't win
Not now, not ever.
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No Cadence Tallahassee, Florida
Curt and biting.
No Cadence is
Jesse Havens and his
songs,
George Kleinpeter playing guitar,
Zan Fuller diddling bass,
Luke Cooksey (just the drummer),
and some people who yelled in our hallway: Ben Pike, Dom Davila, (the real) Jake Stamos, Jorge Moreira, Kellie Rattigan, Madi Dickmon, and Sarah Morrison.
Mixed and Mastered by the mighty Quinn Riley.
Big strong thank you.
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