lunes, 30 de abril de 2012

Light This City - The Hero Cycle (2003) [United States (Bay Area, California)]

Guests:
Phil Benson: Vocals on The Weight of Glory
Jeff Allen: Guitars on Cold

Ben Murray (ex-In Memoriam): Drums
Laura Nichol: Vocals
Mike Dias: Bass
Steven Shirley: Guitars
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1. Apostate 04:30
2. Picture: Start 02:29
3. Give Up 03:24
4. Parisian Sun 02:03
5. Cold (At the Gates cover) 03:29
6. Laid to Rest 03:20
7. Sierra 03:28
8. No Solace in Sleep 03:49
9. The Weight of Glory 02:50
10. Next to Godliness 03:49
Total 33:11 

 

2 comentarios:

  1. 1. Apostate


    You used to spread your wings only when no one was looking,
    And when you finally trusted me enough to reveal them i slowly ripped them off.
    What have i done?
    Who now will carry me to heaven when this life is over?
    Eternally, i am unforgiven.
    We've come to love without faith.
    But i am only human, and so you have come to be.
    What will you do that you're one of us?
    Savage, and selfish with love.
    Always fighting to not be alone.
    Just remember I'm on your side, fighting to attain the same goals.
    Yet we face each other as enemies to conquer.


    2. Picture: Start


    Beautiful gray masks the sky was the rain falls down.
    And I wish that I could assure you of comfort and content, but I'm still so far away.
    We have to take life as it comes, angel, so fast and bittersweet.
    And the only thing that I know for sure is we are not like them.
    We've taken our feet off the ground and cleared the fog from our eyes.
    And we are not waiting for tomorrow to shine like the stars tonight.
    And no matter what it's you've chosen to be, and you will always be lovely in your light.
    I watch memories in my head like a movie on a dirty screen, and your lips seem so far away.
    Only your warmth can thaw this frozen heart and make it swell with life again.


    3. Give Up


    I use the rags of betrayal and the fuel of desperation to light a fire.
    This temper is lost upon me, though it is sure to find you momentarily.
    I cannot afford to spend emotions on you, for I owe you nothing.
    My fury is unbreakable.
    I feel only the pain of anger.
    Still my hungry fists crave the taste of your flesh.
    Too bad your bitter bones are unsavoury.
    Once you wake this fire, there is no way to hush it back to sleep.
    These hands break upon you like waves of smoke.
    It's so difficult to keep these fantasies inside my head.
    For when I dream of blood, it is so real, it seems to spill upon the floor.


    4. Parisian Sun


    Sun shines pale through window,
    through the ghosts that dim this town
    Arms that hold you burn off like fog in the heat of the sun.
    Do not mistake them for flesh and blood
    This girl never laughs and she does not cry
    For we all beam with hope for our children's bright futures
    inoculating them for fictitious diseases
    while we ignore dismal today's gray city slums
    this girl wears red to stand out from the smog of her city
    while sun shines pale through the window
    she wants to be civilized
    laugh gray eyes cry
    for she will spread a new disease
    but don't expect to see it's victims in the news
    for the news always has something bad to say

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  2. 5. Cold [At the Gates cover]

    To rid the earth of the filth
    To rid the earth of the lies
    To will the rise above
    Tearing my insides out

    I feel my soul go cold
    Only the dead are smiling

    To rid your heart of all lies
    Their poison tongues, poison hearts
    Burning cold...
    Now let the final darkness fall

    I feel my soul go cold
    Only the dead are smiling

    ...the dream of the new disease
    On wings of euphoria..
    Sucking terror from the needle scars...

    17 years of pain
    And I can feel it closing in
    The will to rise above
    Tearing my insides out

    I feel my soul go cold
    Only the dead are smiling


    6. Laid To Rest


    You attempt to find what you're looking for in vacant corpses
    never understanding that you have to bury the things you love when they are dead
    you've cut too deep
    let the dead lie asleep
    refuse to grasp the hand that breaks the ground from this shallow grave that you have built
    don't pull him through
    he's not who he was
    you're bleeding cuts are only keeping your betrayers alive
    why do you tear at your broken flesh and feed this hungry hell?
    how can they redeem themselves for all the blood they've spilt
    and when will you let the scars they've left heal?


    7. Sierra


    Love is an anchor that holds me to the shores of sanity
    I will not drift away to the sea of oblivion
    It cannot be told by words or held in an embrace
    It can only be felt in this infants fight for life
    The blue of her eyes is calm and deep
    I wade through her innocence now- searching.
    Nights of helpless rage, fits of relentless pain
    I have so much I want to tell
    but will we ever let it surface?
    expect cold my dear, expect grace
    I will rail upon this world if it does not compensate
    For you will have to live life like a queen to make up for your youngest days


    8. No Solace In Sleep


    I've been so afraid, my love,
    I must confess so afraid
    I've given in to this sickness of invisibility
    I exist now only in a memory
    I fear the simplest things like waking from a dream
    because I somewhat can't find a firm grip on reality
    I view myself as an old friends whom I once loved but no who is dead
    And I just can't face my own grave, wilted flowers in hand, mourning something I have quite lost yet.


    9. The Weight Of Glory


    Risking all alludes with having nothing to lose.
    I can't bear to hold these lids like Atlas and his world of burdens
    I can't bear the weight
    I have too much on my chest that no only splinters of bone reside there.
    My shoulders can no longer bear the weight of a heart on a sleeve
    You have to sacrifice lives to become a hero.


    10. Next to Godliness


    You've wasted me
    Nothing loves, nothing dreams.
    Nothing bleeds inside of you
    You've washed me away
    Isn't it nice how it's all so clean when it was once so dirty?
    I know the stains are still there, just hidden, and made up to look like every thing's so clear.
    I don't want to be there when everything falls to pieces inside of me.
    When it all breaks I will call your name.

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