if my turn's already over, what the fuck's there left to show for
It's not the endings but time spent on false friends, condescending
If your turn's just not come,
it's the weight of the wait that leaves you numb
Not the count of fingers raised at you, reprimanding
Out of your reach, it's the lesson they teach
so stop learning
It's not the promise you make, but the rules you break
Stay out of the way, if you're not here to stay
out of the way, if you're not here to stay
The best part's already over, what the fuck's there left to show for
It's not the endings but time wasted on credits pending
If your time's just not come,
It's the weight of the wait that leaves you numb
Not the count of fingers raised at you, reprimanding
You tried, you failed, you sold your ability
to climb the mountain of fake stability
Feels like a curfew to my open end
it's like a war, but i can't pretend
Nothing to defend
It's like a schedule with an open end
It's like a meeting you can't attend
Nothing to demand, I got nothing to demand
Exchange whole lies for half smiles
cut our legs off on the last mile
You try so hard but you sold your ability
to climb the mountain of fake stability
It's like a curfew to your open end
Like a war but you can't pretend
with nothing to defend
We're the walking second guess
in the city limits of this hot old smalltown indecisive mess
Traveling inches where acres wait to be plowed
You're so busy with future, i depend on it now
Cross your indifference out of my nights and plans
Habits of second guessing vs. lack of confessing
Play me the test-pressing of the life i've been missing
Hand your secrets down to the land of the living
We're just the means to an end, a harbor dried out, non-existent
In the eye of the lie you choose to live
No choice unless you raise your voice
Let's pay these bills, we've got no choice
I'd rather be annoyed, living in the void
I'm playing from the hip, but get stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
It's coming from the tip of tongues tied in knots instead
Tied in Knots instead
Nothing to my name
Nothing in this game
But liquid nights gone down the drain
about
Recorded during the otherwise useless month of March, 2012, in various bunkers between Hamburg and Kiel, we are stoked to share with all you drunkards and sweethearts out there our first batch of audible evidence of this thing we called 'new band' and named No Weather Talks !!!
Special thanks is (so fuckin') due to Kay Petersen, for putting up with us emo-kids and magically making this shit sound like anything at all. DUDE RULES!
In context of how there is a named syndrome about how difficult second albums are, could this be the only second album where all tracks are better than any on the first full-length? davekillcountysmith
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