Armslength​/​Ghost Stories Split

by Armslength

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Songs from 2014 split with our best friends in Ghost Stories. Check out their side of the split here: ghost-stories-ohio.bandcamp.com

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released 09 May 2014

Recorded/Mixed by Vince Ratti at The Skylight Studios
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering
Photo by Isabel Lewis
Cover Art by Jake Hill

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Track Name: Never Meant
I lost an ardent hunger for an honest name.
Caught searching misadventure with a stubborn frame.
(Still I try) To sow every mistake so I can harvest all the shame.
So I left downtown to suffer and sink alone.
Claiming the heart of a martyr with a head of stone.
(The cold it burned much stronger than the year before)
And hardened the kid at the core.

But I find, that history pauses and waits for my breathing to slowly return from its obvious heaving.
My memory mirrors a world in a transient glare.

Wait, I never meant to stay.
I'm counting the days.
I never meant to say.
I'm counting down the days.

In my life, 'til memory mirrors a world in a violent light.
But history pauses and waits for my breathing to slowly return from its obvious heaving.
My memory mirrors a world in a transient glare.

I never lied.
I never said I did.
A fitting time.
To bleed from inside.
Track Name: In Passing
Strengthen your grip under my skin.
I can't say I never wanted this.
Please open your eyes dear, you're distant.
Just once more before your body rests.

Over the tree line
(A birds eye view, a suicide)
I'm not sure how we ended up ahead of the weather, but lost in the light.
This dream within, you're paralyzed.

The landscape, it stretched, as I chewed on my fingertips.
Flares over lakes where the distance fell in sheets of rain.
I'll admit that I could see myself, but only in delays.
Take a trip as far north as the ground permits.
The cost of escape is my sense has gone dead .

Over the tree line
(A birds eye view, a suicide)
I'm not sure how we ended up ahead of the weather, but lost in the light.
This dream within, you're paralyzed.

The last thing you said to me was "don't be so selfish."
I can't say I never asked for this.
(I know I lied when I said it'd be alright, but I was scared and you were broken. The glass cut your skin like you once tried. But you were scared, and now you're broken.)