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Send The Sun West

by Revisionists

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1.
Down Again 01:48
Wake up, it's time to go out of house, into the world. It's a world that makes me cringe; bitter taste, yes I'm down again. Television smiles, strained conversations I see and hear. I've lost faith, hands in face, scream out loud: Yes I'm down again.
2.
Well I awoke on a Sunday Morning with needles in my veins, stomach pains, a fuzzy brain. And I was bathing in fluorescent lighting; concerned girl by my side, tired eyes, a doubtful smile. 'Cause with each shot I took my body took a shot back. Heart racing, weak knees, I was soon on my back. And soon a crowd gathered around and around and it felt like a funeral. With arms wrapped around my shoulders and legs my mind wonders if I'll soon be dead. But I awoke on a Sunday Morning. Yeah I was alive but not well; no redemption to be found. And I sensed the ending coming; forced smiles, averted eyes; no sense in being surprised. Oh and I got the message; I let it bite and then swell. Reminded you of your sister; that's how I made you feel. So that one little brick of your wall went back up with a sound too dreadful not to hear. Yeah it marked the beginning of months of misery and the crippling sense that I can't make this work.
3.
I've got your letter in my hand and my eyes blur with every word. And the semantics of your heart makes my hands shake and heart burn. Now I wish I read in syntax just to keep these windows white. 'Cause these words before me bring despair with the fall of the pale sky. You said you'd emerge from your wall. 'Cause you said that you had never felt this way before. And you didn't want anymore. Yeah you left this on the cutting room floor. Thinking that this was just tentative at best. While I thought that there was more to be had. You made history those days and then you burned all that you said. You turned away from the flames it happened all after I left. And just before you stayed with me in between those pallid walls. I put my faith into something new I convinced myself that I wouldn't lose it all. So go on and hide behind your fucking wall. And to think I ever thought that I could make it fall. And you left me wanting more; Confused and alone on the cutting room floor. Cursing my cries from another siren's tricks. Cursing that I have been had.
4.
You're gonna sleep for days so you can count the ways that you see her manifest inside your head. And when you wake from such stupid self-mutilation you swear you're gonna change and end this stupid shit-charade. But how can you ever wake up when your head is always nodding off? I think you want this misery because you romance the tragedy of always being this way. And I hate to hear you say that you're gonna change when you're drunk and buying rounds that only lead you to your bed. Well a lonesome bed is fine when you've got a stable mind, but not when it's a place to sink back in to troubled times. So you sink into that sea of mistakes 'cause you say that your heart aches. Well it's only natural for awhile but it's become your life. And when I see you I always bite my tongue. Yeah when I see you I always bite, oh how I bite, I bite until I'm bleeding. 'Cause to tell you the truth…I'm just like you.
5.
Wrap me up in the stars tonight, it's warmth I want and they're burning bright. Or maybe it's the alcohol; when it's in my veins I tend to get it wrong. Oh and it doesn't help when platitudes flow from your mouth. I blame the toxins swimming inside; I stumble asleep alone cursing this night. Brought to consciousness by a jackhammer pounding in my head. Now I'm staring at a bright white screen; pounding keys to the sound of misery. And as this nausea grows words multiply, yeah my anger flows in little black lines on a once pure page till all you see is black; till all you see is hate. And then the machine coughed it out. And I scribbled, scratched, scrawled, stabbed out my name. I folded it up and laid it on the place that you go to escape. And then I watched the sunset; and rise… again and again and again and again as the dust set; and you let it settle… until it got so deep you can't remember what lies below. So I'll wipe from my face this eager grin yeah I'll burn stupid thoughts of "what could've been". And I'll say good riddance to this stupid pipe dream with the hope that someday this will mean nothing to me.
6.
Moonburn 03:16
Moonlight is burning on my cracked, brittle skin. Got a ghost in my head; I dread seeing it again. "A blessing in disguise?" I pray as a stare up at the sky. Moonlight will you please just burn my fucking eyes. Wake up screaming to the sound of my screams. Another nightmare tonight; I think I know what it means. Waking up screaming? It's clear she's haunting me. Can't take these nightmares anymore please give me something to dream. Sunlight is creeping through my sunblinds again. Don't know to laugh or cry; just more confusion to begin another day dreading the night, it's just the story of my life. Wasting the day in fear of night, laugh at the sound of my fucking cries. Shedding my sanity with each jarring scream. Lost hair to the pillow again; a substitute for counting sheep. Count the hairs to fall asleep, maybe tonight's the night I'll dream. Eyes roll back inside my head, it's been so long since I dreamed… Ain't it funny how this was once a love song? Ain't it funny how time sours such sweet things? Gotta pick myself off the ground. 'Cause now it's clear to me that I let her let me down.
7.
Siren Song 04:41
Call me up drunk; you wanna relive what I thought was lost. Well I was doing so much better before you came back to sing your siren song. Now I feel the dread of having you back in my head. Oh how you bring those sleepless nights and a headstream of laments… With your fickle ways and your weightless words. You feel so entitled to have the last word. When your mouth's open you pretend that mine is shut. You believe your words lose their weight when the alcohol leaves your blood. So I have to believe that: You are a temptress. You are a seductress. And I've been misled too many times before by your siren song. So for my sanity's sake I've plugged my ears with stone. But when I've been drinking the stone starts crack. Yeah it's when I'm lonely I get the urge to answer back. I drown all logic and hope for another side of you. It's a bet on a carousel horse; Yeah that's the sad truth. You pick what works for you; It's a political game, a fucking ruse. Always find myself on the losing end making the wrong moves again and again. When the TV's on with a bottle in hand singing lonesome songs in the lonely dawn; I won't place my bet to get no return at all. I won't place it again...
8.
Ruminations 05:11
Give me a goddamn drink to clear my head, cold logic from a friend to calm this dread. Pour me something strong, give me hope that I can shake shake off these lonely nights. 'Cause I've been falling in those holes that I dug in the past; shaky shots of Jack, nervous cigarettes from their tongues taking licks and stabs at my brain and the feeling that I felt as I felt their hearts change from care, to indifference, to where I'm just a blip. And I still have unanswered questions 'cause I never understood their intentions. Now I'm seeing a ghost that haunts my past 'cause the liquor's got a talent for feeding regret. And we spent several nights in each other's arms. It was a nice change of pace from the lonely ones. And she said I was different from the other boys, at the time I felt something that I hadn't before. But in the end her words turned into platitudes. Yeah in the end I saw her real colors shine through. But the end was a long, long wait. 'Cause from the time she said goodbye to the time I let her die I choked through many restless nights with my growing self-doubts wrapped around me tight. Yeah that's right. I lived with a siren for a year and a half, had a heart like a tomb, wore a clever mask. Put a spell on me from day one. I did all that I could to make her mine. We had drunken trysts and winking eyes. I wrote a few songs 'cause the feeling was right. But she never wanted what I did. I couldn't let her go, I ignored the hints. But then when I moved out she said we could make it work but she never tried to make it work. So I gathered my thoughts and wrote her a letter and told myself I'd have to forget her. Well they say you gotta learn to forget 'cause you can't grow when you're bound by regrets. But when the sun sinks down and I lay down my head old ghosts will wail and shake shake shake my bed. It ain't something that I recommend: Killing time cursing old laments. Should I be waiting around for the "right one"? Or lower my expectations? I don't know. And I don't even know what the "right one" is.
9.
Night Tales 03:24
A stretch of empty road at 12 in the A.M. Toxins in my veins, blackness setting in. Shadows racing by, no moon to be seen. I'm fighting off red eyes, oh will I ever shake this off? 'Cause I've been wandering too long, aimlessly without a thought in my head that could lead me somewhere I've never been. For fear of failing's got a chokehold on me so I'm gasping when I try; Come on devil, be my guide. He's got a clever face, entrancing deep-set eyes. HIs words taste so good, I'm falling in love with his mind. He guides me to a bar with smoke that chokes up blood. Puts whiskey in my hand, sly smile, it don't take much. Head is spinning. Eyes are blurry. Briefly drowning all my worries. It feels good in my veins. Warming insides, dulling pain. Stupid smile across my face. Fingers crossed to keep the taste from leaving me tonight. Will I sustain this with the devil by my side? I'm reborn but dead at sunrise. 'Cause revolutions only live at night. But tonight I want to make it last. I need to shake the dust from my past. And I know that the devil will only take me so far. He's a great companion when you're hunched over a bar. So when the days all blend together and you're sitting idle to get better You gotta get up to shake the dust, you gotta move to shake it off.
10.
Girl, we know I'm not the one. Can't give you what you want. Yeah whatever that is, it's not for me to give. And that's fine; despite all the time that I kept you in, I held you in my mind. And I don't really know how your mind works but I know you like to keep your distance. And I think you don't like to think about the things you want to say out loud. Girl, I'm sorry about the headaches I may have ever caused you so I wrote this song to alleviate what I put you through. I've got a confession: I swear to god that drama's my one obsession. And you were my source and I couldn't get enough. Yeah my mind works like a roller coaster; it's got its twists and turns and screams. And I don't think that I'll ever be level but I can try, yeah I can try not to scream. I'm sorry for the screams. And truth be told, I don't even know the true essence of your being. I tried and tried to put on your eyes but they never seemed to fit. And I remember them red, yeah I remember them dry 'cause every moment we had, you were always high. It's a way for you to suspend your heart; but it's okay, 'cause we were always apart. Yeah it's alright, 'cause we were always apart.
11.
Please tell my friends I've gone away for awhile. I tried to make it work in Austin but for now I can't stay. Tell 'em about my 6th street dreams, being a part of that punk rock scene. With the faithful one by my side, maybe next year I'll get it right. But for now I find myself back in my teenage room. And the walls are bare, there's no posters anywhere; It's hard to see this house as home. Oh when I was seventeen sleeping in-between these walls I never dreamed I'd be singing this song at 24 but that's okay, yeah that's alright because I'm still fighting this war. I'm gonna sit by the moon and the stars in the cold. And I'll purge from my head all those nights that I said that I can't go on, I'm gonna set 'em to the sun with those ghosts from my past and let em burn, let em burn until they're gone. Please tell the one whose name I can't bring myself to say. I still think about her sometimes, sometimes every single day. Tell here the anger's left my blood, all that's left is concern and love. I'd rather see my 'ships float than let small cracks sink them below. 'Cause if our last encounter will be our last encounter then peace won't come easy to my mind. I would rather make her smile than wake up in her bed. Oh tell her that's what I said. Yeah tell her that's what I said. 'Cause when I'm taking my last few breaths I'd rather not see sunken ships come to surface in my head. So while I'm young, I'll patch the holes that endanger our wild hearts. I don't expect to sail together but I hope that you and I and everyone that I love will sail, will sail, will sail on.
12.
I'm gonna bury the time spent at the stoplights where the regrets flow from the exhaust pipes into my head. Those days seeing red will soon be dead. Just like these visions of a ghost from my past and all those tricks she played with her mirrors and smoke; yes I foresee she'll be dead. Just like these sad, sad trees and the leaves below. But still the winter bird sings in the cold, cold, cold. The cold, cold, cold. Breathe in the ice and see the steam flow from exhausted eyes; I let the winter shake my bones from a slumber that's gone on for far too long. Much like that apparition dancing in my head to an aching song; It's getting quite clear that she's wearing thin; her pulse is weakening. Her pulse is weakening. 'Cause I'm so tired of giving in to the notion that one day she'll give in. Yes the song of the ghost is dead; she's dead. My stupid invention is dead.

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released January 30, 2013

All songs written, recorded, and produced by Revisionists.

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Revisionists Austin, Texas

I wear my influences on my sleeve and I hope it comes out in the music. I know what I like and aspire to write like the bands and songwriters that inspire me while at the same time putting my own personal stamp on the music. In the words of Frank Turner, "I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound, but I try to make it sound like home..." ... more

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