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Sodden
04:35
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Mesmerising Water
Beckoning me in
Blood red ocean bed
In the corner of my vision
Black bile ocean
Mocking of my frailty
The drone of crashing waves
Like tinnitus it haunts me
Fragile Island
Under threat of the rising tide
Tide rises, tide falls
A voice on the wind preaches doom
Cling to the land
The stable and familiar
But it's vast and inconceivable
The sand slips through my fingers
Into the depths
Swallowed by the swell
Weighed down by unspoken words
The fear, the panic and the guilt
The secrets hurt
But so does the naked truth
I could call out for help but fear
The swell will claim you too
Blood on the rocks
Shipwrecks on the reef
Bones amongst the dying coral
In this unquiet graveyard
Unhearing deity
Indifferent to our existence
Under the weight of Leviathan
I long for the surface
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2. |
Empty Hands
02:43
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It should have been a clear summers day
But the fog came in a took it all away
Murky weather spreading like a plague
The rare thoughts that occur to me are vague
I can't think straight through this splitting headache
The day passes by, I never truely wake
Just sit here in a stupor, never stir
Focus on nothing, everything's a blur
I have nothing to offer, I came here with empty hands
In the corner of my vision I see an hourglass trickling sand
But I just sit here expectant with my empty withered hands
A wayfaring stranger with no faith in a promised land
These motorways are wrapping around my brain
I can't remember where I am again
My canteen has run dry, I have no motivation
No compass, no destination
Just go where the gale blows this frail body
In circles with the dust spinning around me
End up with the dead leaves rotting in the gutter
The smell of decay with every word I utter
I have nothing to offer, I came here with empty hands
In the corner of my vision I see an hourglass trickling sand
But I just sit here expectant with my empty withered hands
A wayfaring stranger with no faith in a promised land
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3. |
Merrie England
05:29
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Mourning the loss of a world we've never known
Once there lived dragons, where there are none now
Dwarf and remnant fauna in a state of extreme depletion
As its size and abundance decline, so to do our expectations
Our memories have been wiped as clean as the land
These barren treeless wastelands perceived as wilderness
The aftermath of disaster perceived as nature
Where once there was forest, only sheep, grouse and heather
Shifting baseline syndrome
Merrie England doesn't exist
We're just mourning the loss of our childhoods, an idyll and a myth
Nothing left untainted by invasive industrial hands
A landscape distorted, no green and pleasant land
Born into a land of open festering wounds
That we cannot see, because it's all we know
The wounds stay open and get infected in the name of conservation
A complex living system, beaten into submission
The balance is upset, keystone species gone
The smog spreads far and wide, monoculture and ecoside
The plants devoid of insects, a sky devoid of birds
A land that has been stripped of diversity and life
Shifting baseline syndrome
Merrie England doesn't exist
We're just mourning the loss of our childhoods, an idyll and a myth
Nothing left untainted by invasive industrial hands
A landscape distorted, no green and pleasant land
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4. |
Curse
04:22
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House built of torture and the labour of slaves
The legacy of tyrants, a monument to their cruel ways
They built their throne room upstairs, declared themselves as gods
Schemed to herd everyone into the house so they could feast upon their blood
Cast a hex to steal the life from everything around
Pervert it into a pestilence that'll spread across the world
We desperately scrambled into the house for its perceived shelter
They put as all to work and they chained us to the altar
A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down
Monsters spit obscenities in our ears as we sleep
Resulting in delusions that we wake up to believe
Summoning up scapegoats so we fight for a meagre crust
Enclosures mental and physical to create detatchment and distrust
Erasing diverse history with twisted mythology
An ideology of progress, accumulation and supremacy
A refusal to believe the house we built turned out so wrong
In the name of progress keep marching into oblivion
A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down
The house is collapsing, the floor is caving in
The boards all warped and rotten, just like the inhabitants within
But we can build our houses better than this, homes in which are fit to live
Where the walls aren't stained with blood and the floors aren't flooded with piss
All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel
All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel
A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down
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Weary & Worn
04:20
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This path feels wrong to me
I try to find another way
I stagger through the trees
All the weeds and wildflowers
Deep inside the darkwoods
Foolish and naive
Stumbling through the dark
Amatuer navigating
The way is cursed with thorns
Reaching up and scratching
At my body like the tendrils
Of some ancient entity
The thorns they snag and tear
Try to drain the life from me
And all that I hold dear
Is tangled up in this snare
Weary and worn
Find a glade in which to rest
Lay down my aching bones
Let the dreams infest my head
Dreaming of pastures new
Where I am content to remain
Where the soil it is fertile
Let my roots grow deep and strong
But I wake up to the darkwoods
Shaking from the cold and fear
Pull myself up and keep moving
There's only poison soil here
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Banjo-driven følkened crüst with rowdy, stompy, Anarcho thrashers to slow, emotional, doomy dirges.
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