Rewind the Fall

by Box Elder

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Recorded and mixed in our homes using a variety of various mics and instruments. Oh, and delay.

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released June 30, 2010

Pat - v,g
Tannon - g
Josh - g
Emlyn - b
Henry - d

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Track Name: The Fall
they sent me away
they sent me away
they sent me away
Track Name: Vega
she was a child once, then she found what she did
i crossed her, spoke too long, she knew what she did

echoes, endless sound ghosts, trapped where they don’t belong
people explode sometimes, but i hope it won’t hurt

hazy words, no more hazy words, spent too long pretending now it ends up the same
hazy words, no more hazy words, trapped where they don’t belong
hazy words, no more hazy words, question what will happen
Track Name: No Exit
they took me, they took me out to sea
and now i, am left to circle endlessly

they crossed, the wires
now i don’t, remember when it started or what happened next

there’s no exit
there’s no exit
nevermind the mess it’s worn and respected,
towers built of nothing but what we expected,
turn out all the people who lined up for ages,
don’t want to be the one that’s left on a sea of my own

they taught me, they taught me who what when,
and now i, i must pretend to see through them

so quiet, in here
so i’ll go, and i’ll go, and i’ll go but there is just no

there’s no exit
there’s no exit
nevermind the mess it’s worn and respected,
towers built of nothing but what we expected,
turn out all the people who lined up for ages,
don’t want to be the one that’s left on a sea of my own

all these words, all these words, i don’t get the meaning
try to block them up and store for the season
it’s the odd days alone that arrest my sense of
time passed by that i wasn’t part of
nevermind the mess it’s worn and respected,
towers built of nothing but what we expected,
turn out all the people who lined up for ages,
don’t want to be the one that’s left on a sea of my own
Track Name: (ARMS)
we roll out, arms were rusted
and these guns, were not loaded

with a thought to remember, what would remain,
once empty vessels float away.
something to hold instead of release
i want what fades in outer space

hear the radio silence and turn it up,
as if to drown out my own thoughts,
reverse to remember it just in time
and escape from a steeper decline

our arms, stretched, out
as we hit, the, ground

no time to record it, it’s left to fade,
or burn out without any flames,
correct the words if they seem lost
but don’t forget the writer remains

hear the radio silence and turn it up,
as if to drown out everyone,
reverse to remember it just in time,
and escape from a steeper decline

we roll out, arms were rusted
we roll out but our arms were all rusted
her tongue, beat, me
her tongue, beat, me ee

no time to record it, it’s left to fade,
or burn out without any flames,
hear the radio silence and turn it up,
as if to drown out everyone

with our arms, stretched, out
as we hit, the, ground
Track Name: Microdots
i rely on, my shapeshifting, to pretend i’m, not who i am
i rely on, these shaking hands, to pretend i’m in control of them
i rely on, so many things, till i don’t know, what too believe
i don’t erase

we dance with microdots and, play with microthoughts,
strung out for forever as we count it out on microclocks
we dance for too long now we, have strained our microhearts,
our microworld collapsing, should we hold our breath of carry on
we only hope that we fade away

i rely on, this empty space, to retreat from, the thoughts that chase,
i rely on, a love gone wrong, to pretend i’m, fine on my own,
all these thoughts that, have followed me, to a place i thought was so empty
i don’t remain

we dance with microdots and, play with microthoughts,
strung out for forever as we count it out on microclocks
we dance for too long now we, have strained our microhearts,
our microworld collapsing, should we hold our breath or carry on
we only hope that we fade away
we hope we fade away
we hope we fade away

we hope we fade away