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1.
Morrissey 02:18
Morrissey was wrong All I ever wanted was Success for all my loved ones I knew it all along More than one time in my life Morrissey was wrong I have no better way No way to say You don't know how lucky you are And all the little things Your days, your scars You let fall from your arms When I sleep, I dream The wheels come off the track These wheels never held me back before Awake, I live my life Exuding all the joy I have left A gift that's yours, I never want it back I may be brazen With the ways in which I talk you off the edge My faith in you is blatant We are dreamers, we are sinners We are hopeless broken figures Morrissey was wrong All I ever wanted was Success for all my loved ones I knew it all along More than one time in my life Morrissey was wrong
2.
Take these pills To placate your waking mind The nightmares will be worth it If they mask what's on the surface Hide your hand No one likes a broken man Lock the door, three times or more Another day, another war I've done it again Every one year in ten I managed to cave in My flesh My skin and bones Feel so un-at-home Hell is empty The gang's all here In my head Convincing me And so sincere You're better off dead It's your condition Try not to listen But it's not health It's mental It's the noisy brakes To quiet on your own (Go be successful) Don't expect our help They're your problems But we've got the capital The wherewithal to solve them (You're disrespectful) Am I crazy? Am I affecting me? Do I deserve anxiety? Am I right? Am I wrong? Can I do anything at all? Hardly slept the night before Racing through my mind Tonight will be better To myself I'll be kind I lie awake this morning Thinking how I will make today Then I laugh, think of all the times That I felt that way Take a deep breath in and out Let the devils leave my head Pet my dog Get out of bed
3.
In the moments you were Still of the same plane Siblings from the same earth Still both blinking sight In reflexive fright You were not equal I am not your friend Nor do you have the right To gun me down on a Tuesday night Your reach pierces his hand Placed in line with his heart Both out-stretched and open Completely torn apart And with your mettle melting at the surface You make a judgement call on what his worth is And the billeted layers of hate shine through your fraud You extend your reach to that of God I am not your friend Nor do you have the right To gun me down on Tuesday night Put your hand and his hand Both pressed out of carbon Both changing colors in the light Both warm to the touch
4.
Feeling moved from left to right And all is far from fine I'm a cheap date, sit and wait for a miracle Can you make water from wine? Bright the mirror in my pocket Grown unclear inside this hell Like a river going toxic We're killing ourselves Yellow eyes Oh, visions of the future's lead to No surprise Wounds to cauterize Stop the blackened blood we bled You weren't the one to light the match We both let this fire begin Baptize our children in the hollow ways We all retire into sin Yellow eyes Oh, visions of the future's lead to No surprise No surprise you let us die You let us die to get ahead Do I deserve this? The abyssal caress of my worth Just add to the never ending search Must be death in the water Say your prayers Bottle them up Send them through our veins Sweet inaction to sustain the unloved You're out-fractioned You're our caustic blood You are not one of us You'll be the first to drown in the flood
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Lament 02:12
I lament the systems set in place That manage to divide us on this plain
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Still Life 04:03
You buy your trim in gold To make it easier to see The work that makes you cringe The worth you will away The words you never thought you’d speak Again A palette just for you Shade in reds and blues You separate the shapes To redefine the phrase Still life, hands tied Begging you to paint outside the lines Still life divides Colors from who’s inside Brushstrokes broad and far apart Colors dance across the wheel Reflecting all of your ideals Was it fortune, was it fate? Was it opportune to have a name? Was it God that made you this way? Would they have done it the same? (Look for answers outside the frame) Would you have done it all the same?
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Come to me, oh sympathy Get out of the cold Flesh and blood and therapy Fettered minds are so unsurprised When they picket through severed ties We can be so much better (Burn it down where your belief is) Bare the weight of your forefathers’ mistakes (Would you believe it if your bloodlines seceded?) Cut me off this family tree If loving yourself is anarchy Things better left unspoken "Oh that was so long ago" Salts the wounds of still beating broken hearts And demonstrates all of your missing parts We will be so much better (Burn it down where your belief is) Bare the weight of your forefathers’ mistakes (Would you believe it if your bloodlines seceded) Cut me off this family tree If loving somebody else is anarchy I lament the systems set in place That manage to divide us on this plain I lament everything that I haven’t done To make something fucking change I lament, I lament

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released June 15, 2018

Produced by The Concussion Theory
Engineered and mixed by Nathan Teikari in Richmond, Virginia
Music by The Concussion Theory
Lyrics by Burke Solo, except where noted
Artwork photography by Ian Ferguson

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The Concussion Theory is the debunked idea that atmospheric disruption (via a pressure wave caused by explosives) will cause rain. It is also a rock band from Richmond, Virginia featuring Burke Solo, Nate Teikari, and Ian Ferguson.

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