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I guess it must be true
what is said about love and loss
and that distance makes the heart grow fond.
Crawling back from the nightlife broken and torn
All these words
Just a feeble attempt to bring you back
A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home
Uninsurable, you should fear for the future, the roots are dead, some wounds can’t be sutured
Crawling back from the nightlife broken and torn
All these words
Just a feeble attempt to bring you back
A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home
I hoped you’d find yourself lost in those nightlife streets
once a bed, next a grave
I hope you drown beneath those sheets
Your roots still dead, pillars have buckled, what more can be said, your foundation crumbled
All these words
Just a feeble attempt to bring you back
A song to guide you home, a song to guide you home, a song to guide you home
no amount of cliche analogies
can explain the pain inflicted
And no matter what you say, you’ll never be the victim
You’ll never be the victim
You’ll never be the victim
You’ve burned every bridge
Now choke on the ashes
You’ve burned every bridge
Now choke on the ashes
You’ve burned every bridge
Now choke on the ashes
You’ve burned every bridge
Now choke on the ashes
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Of Rust and Rot
04:12
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By rust or rot
the concept is not elusive
creeping in through cracks and seams
bleeding through everything that you believe
yet the world keeps spinning
despite what you many think
we’re all still breathing
We’re still breathing
The end of you, is just the beginning of something new
If something new
What you see and what you believe
have never been the same
Always reaching for someone else to blame
Complaining the world has drifted too far away, too far from grace, Small excuses to hate the evolution change brings.
By rust or rot
This concept is not elusive
Creeping in through cracks and seams
bleeding through everything you believe
yet the world keeps spinning
despite what you may think
we’re still breathing
We’re still breathing
The end of you, is just the beginning of something new
What you see and what you believe
have never been the same
Always reaching for someone else to blame
Complaining the world has drifted too far away, too far from grace, Small excuses to hate the evolution change brings.
Everything is built on a burial ground
by rust or rot
Your world will end
by rust or rot
your world will end
by rust or rot
Your world will end
By rust or rot
This world will end
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Gravemind
05:07
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Skin stretched over broken glass
I am a wreck, I am a broken man
a waste of life
too strong to surrender but far too frail to fight
I’ve got this sinking feeling
and it keeps me up at night
It keeps me drowning
Drowning in my apathy
This gravemind haunts me all the time
This gravemind haunts me all my life
This gravemind haunts me all the time
This gravemind haunts me all my life
Was I born with this burden or did it cultivate through years of isolation, separation, and loss of life
Innocence lost, a fathers face drenched in blood, Fractured, a family never whole, absent mother at the age of 4
Far beyond my own comprehension, built to fail on the foundation
obsolescence in my blood.
too strong to surrender but far too frail to fight
I’ve got this sinking feeling and it keeps me up at night
This gravemind haunts me all the time
This gravemind haunts me all my life
This gravemind haunts me all the time
This gravemind haunts me all my life
Was I born with this burden or did it cultivate through years of isolation, separation, and loss of life
Innocence lost, a fathers face drenched in blood
Fractured, a family never whole
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Conjure
02:56
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I have conjured ghosts
Pulled demons from these crumbling walls,
I have chased shadows dancing through the halls
Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar
The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself
I have conjured ghosts
And they haunt me
every day they haunt me, and I’m the only one to blame
Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar
The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself
Trace every word that I scream into my flesh
I’m just a slave to a life I create
just a slave to a life I create
just a slave to everything I hate
Walk the hallway, sights and smells so familiar
The paint is cracked and peeling, the roof and walls caved and leaking, this is the home I built myself
I have conjured ghosts, pulled demons from these crumbling walls
I have chased shadows dancing through the halls
Trace every word that I scream into my flesh
I’m just a slave to a life I create
just a slave to a life I create
just a slave to everything I hate
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Futility Monologue
03:01
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As I drag my feet across this desolate plain
I reflect on the moments I let slip away
Where are you, now that I need you
now that I need you here
Where are you, the peace I lost I hope you find it there
This place, a byproduct of my perception, self hate, and weathered sense of direction,
I hate the earth for eating your ashes
I hate the sun for rising at all
The gears are rusted or soaked in blood, either way this machine can’t run
Where are you, now that I need you
now that I need you here
Where are you, the peace I lost I hope you find it there
I’m not surprised by this, I’ve made my own decisions, I created this direction, and now I live my life to find a way, to find a way
to find a way to say I love you, I loved you,
It never seemed so hard to say before but I love you
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A line was drawn, you wrote your own story
divided yourself from everything
you said you wanted to be
contradicted your own dreams
Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror
You are nothing, nothing to me
You are nothing, nothing but dead weight
A line was drawn, you wrote your own story
divided yourself from everything you said you wanted to be, contradicted your own dreams
Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror
You are nothing, nothing to me
You are nothing, nothing but dead weight
A belief that won't sustain, a fucking coward hiding now. It's sad you won't get back on your feet, just watching you drown in defeat. You lie and lie sinking deeper and deeper, excuses used to hide your pain. picking and choosing and now you're just losing all of your friends
Should I finish it?
Should I finish it, I think it’s time
Should I finish it? Should I finish it?
Get your head out of the clouds
Get your feet back on the ground
get your feet back on the ground, will you just live your life in the same old way
Get your feet back on the ground, you need to build back up from the ground you buried yourself in
A line was drawn, you wrote your own story
divided yourself from everything you said you wanted to be, contradicted your own dreams
Actions speak, speak in volumes and your story was nothing but horror
You are nothing, nothing to me
You are nothing, nothing but dead weight
A LINE WAS DRAWN YOU WROTE YOUR OWN STORY
Should I finish it? I think it’s time
Should I finish it? Should I finish it?
Get your head out of the clouds
Get your feet back on the ground
You dug your own fucking grave
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7. |
Phase Separation
04:17
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Differing polarity constantly pushing me away, a force of nature or fate
made to divide, built to separate, victim of circumstance built by my own hands
I’ve spent
my whole life
like I was blind
afraid to fight
these things I say, the role I play
It divides and separates
who I am from who I want to be.
It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got
these things I say, the role I play
It divides and separates
who I am from who I want to be.
Differing polarity constantly pushing me away, a force of nature or fate
made to divide, built to separate, victim of circumstance built by my own hands
I’ve spent
my whole life
like I was blind
afraid to fight
these things I say, the role I play
It divides and separates
who I am from who I want to be.
It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got
Contentment does not exist
when our hands are full, our mouths will open wider
Contentment does not exist
when our hands are full, our mouths will open wider
these things I say, the role I play
It divides and separates
who I am from who I want to be.
It’s a human condition, always speaking, never thinking, trying to prove what we’re not, never satisfied with what we’ve got
Never satisfied with what we’ve got
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