In Red

by Bright Age

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04:17
2.
04:35
3.
03:53
4.
04:53
5.
05:22
6.
06:09

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released 30 January 2013
Bret Pelizzari - Guitars, Bass, Programming
Joshua Moore - Drums, Bass, Guitars, Programming
Jason Moore - Vocals

Written, produced, mixed, mastered by Bright Age

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Track Name: Destroyer
Don’t call it accident just to get the slow look spilling, monsters hurt from lack of sleeping
Oh in the in-betweens, moments that get lost in living, still keeps the heart form beating

And They All Fall Down.

What makes a slight of hand, smoking gun that needs believing, just to have a faith conceding
All the prophets say “close your eyes and keep repeating” you only lose yourself when grieving.

And They All Fall Down.
Track Name: Battleships
Bring on the fashion to fall
A wave on the shore
Colliding with best intentions
Breathe out a handle to chase
All proof gone to waste
On plausible interventions
Of all common place
The steady handshakes
A promise of quick decision

The Distance between Light Years and Dreams

Come on the rebellious kiss
The mountain eclipsed
Left to exaggeration
Surprised drifting away
A light left to space
Feasible consolation

And the release cascades in sheets - Over the tips of fingers
Transmission complete in calendar weeks - Only the slightest lingers
Called ambient peace uncommon reprieve – slides and then comes undone
(Turn On Turn On Come On Come On)
Track Name: On A Valley
Cut the knives out chatter in the kitchen brings them down
They turned all the lights out covers in the hallway on the ground
And what they shouldn’t do is all they ever do
Bleeding on a marble stain spilling on a valley all the way…

Panic from the skyline stereo and washed in distant sun
Carried on a cold white buckled in a belt a drowning hum

Thin line creates disorder (and that’s all they ever say)

All flashes fading lost all the sparkle

Thin line creates disorder (and that’s all they ever say)
Track Name: Orange
Barely got a word out and it all just fell to pieces.
Tried covering the body hiding never pleases
And now it’s just a siren next a knock at the door
Faces shown in photographs that we’ve lied about before.

All around is pressure no more sleeping through the night…

Scapegoats switch allegiance no one left to pay
Shopping Malls and Motels who are we today
Just keep the engine running and never turn around
Picking up the letters from every underground.

All around is pressure no more sleeping through the night…

If sounds like a question the more the scenery changes.
If they never find the body will sleep finally save us…
Track Name: Queen Mother
It slithers to slide - no motion - just dripping
Don’t cover her eyes - it’s not living - just breathing
A shallow surprise - spits fire - from the rooftops
For sugar like vice - an anthem - in black box.
Cowards O Cowards
Gravity leaves a trace.

Because it’s amphetamine crumbled in packaging
Passed out and stumbling phone lines cold comforting

They’ re showing their marks - in this stale - graduation.
They’ re switching on - for this last - reservation
Clocks and walls and counterparts - all for their - revival
Traces are hard - to mark then - beg for survival
Cowards O Cowards
Gravity leaves a trace.

Because it’s amphetamine crumbled in packaging
Passed out and stumbling phone lines cold comforting
Track Name: 133
So, so, so, so, shattering, we come down just to touch.
When it lifts we lay back and wait, yeah we wait for the blush.
Constant unraveling we are unmade.
All the lines formed a plane and then pulled it away, vanished and weightless we’re born.
All the light form lines left spots in our minds conquered and barely torn.
Constant unraveling we are unmade.

Fall, fall, fall, fall swallowed and shine, shallow and light
As all the world dissipates we wait to take flight.
Constant unraveling we are unmade.