Intents and Ends

by Armslength

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Recorded by Jake Clarke at The Lonely Road Studios.
Mixed by Vince Ratti.
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering.
Artwork by Joe Trame.

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released 16 October 2013
All songs written and performed by Armslength.

Either/Or Records.

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Track Name: Thread
Strike the feeling of this temper down
The sky won’t fall without the clouds
I tighten my throat to make the words come out the right way
Fuck the way my feet react
They rise and fall to break my back again

I’m a tourist in this life of mine
Frayed like all the bits left to unwind
I’m a tourist in this life of mine

Unravel at the seams with me
Company’s best when in defeat
It seems we end up tired in the end
Safe to say we’ve seen it all
But I’ve been told the error’s not to fall from no height.

I’m a tourist in this life of mine
Frayed like all the bits left to unwind.
I’m a tourist in this life of mine

Bask in this new place
It’s lukewarm water
Sick southern new face
Sheep led to slaughter
And that’s fine by me
Track Name: Seeing Spots
You stared into the sun for hours
It didn't leave you seeing spots 
But if I were burning in this sky you'd say
"You're much too bright for me to face” 
You've always been too bright for me to face

Adjust your eyes,
It's best you spent some time in the dark
You're nothing better than a wondering cloud
You've been blanketing my head
Blanketing my head
You've been blanketing my head
Blanketing, blanketing

Don't ask me if I miss it 
You described into existence
All the states in between
All the distance I can’t see 
You're sentence left unfinished

Keep speaking to me from somewhere up above 
You've been blanketing my head
I'll be waiting for a southern wind
Forcing all your clouds to part
Track Name: Cellar Door
Don’t believe the news cause’
I can’t make heads or tails
Of the headlines
Forget after the countdown
When the world crawled out that day
And we stopped it on its axis

If memory still serves me
I’ll relieve him of his duties
The past it echoes
But it never speaks
Track Name: Salem
Save your words
They're not the ones I need tonight 
My head's closed off ‘till then
But I still can't seem to think right

Make your plans
But make them far from home
Cause’ I can't bear to see you alone 

Did you quake when the plane first hit the thin air? 
The winters seem much colder when you show your face around here
So I spent the summer writing songs you never once heard
At least I'm fucking honest, if it's the one thing I'm worth

Make your plans, but make them far from home 
Cause I can't bear to part this town
And I can't seem to break you

Five years that I'll never erase
I'm looking forward to the moment that you’re taken away 
Your time's over and the clocks run out
Hope you find someone who breaks your head down

Five years that I'll never erase 
(Make your plans) 
I'm looking forward to the moment that you take it away
(Far from home) 
Your times over and the clocks run out
Hope you find someone who makes you feel like me

I remember I was just a kid
When I first felt the sun on my own skin
I pulled it over my face
And realized I was never gonna fit
Track Name: Intent
Flushed and framed
I never thought that we would see the same
But your contrast changed
My filter fades
As I rearrange my words in useless ways
Cause’ it’s all the same

I spent my spare time hiding talking calls from home
Telling the only people that might care to know
Fighting sleep and sickness till’ the mud turned stone
Lost in tense and presence till’ my nerves would show

But I still feel it
I’ll fight the shapes inside my sleep
Following paths in my hindsight
Where intent and end can meet
But I still feel it
Within the burns that mark my chest
Longing a place in my head
Where intent and end can rest

Flushed and framed
I never wanted there a judgment made
But it left me flayed
My thoughts decay
As I find my solace in an endless maze
Cause’ it’s all the same

But I still feel it
I’ll fight the shapes inside my sleep
Following paths in my hindsight
Where intent and end can meet
But I still feel it
Within the burns that mark my chest
Longing a place in my head
Where intent and end can rest

Take the words you need to write me off
The way you want the world to hear
Wash your hands of all of what you are
And leave me with this depth to bear

I saw you leaving and I’m not okay.