1. |
Sway
01:51
|
|||
2. |
Satellite
03:56
|
|||
|
"Satellite" by Potion Cafe
A crooked smile
Sits swell across my face.
These lies invent themselves
From secrets I've kept so well.
I'll set this house on fire
For little leeching liars,
And the distance between us
Could span a thousand miles.
But we still breathe through satellites,
Sing me a storm, sing me a storm.
And we both live such passive lives.
Teach me to burn, teach me to burn.
Angels and demons
Are raging in my head.
These fights ignite the spills
Of secrets I've tamed so well.
I'll set this house on fire
For little leeching liars
And the sickness within us
Could span a thousand miles
But we still breathe through satellites
Sing me a storm, sing me a storm
And we both live such passive lives
Teach me to burn, teach me to burn
[Spoken]
Even though I lay beside you, you can't feel me
My love is a dead thing between us
The space between our backs an ocean
Like nothing ever mattered
The silent black sea grows with every breath
I think you're shaking
Not sure if it's fear or my cold shoulder
This is how it feel to be caught
And fucking deserve it.
But we still breathe through satellites
Sing me a storm, sing me a storm
And we both live such fragile lives
Teach me to burn, teach me to burn
|
||||
3. |
Sugar High Muse
06:55
|
|||
|
“Sugar High Muse” by Potion Cafe
Rest in the waters,
Gold at their peak.
Where are safer havens?
Find a place to sleep
And dream of a new wave
To sweep us all away.
Believe in a new day
When we are what we say.
Rest here beside me,
Warm and at peace.
Wash clean your psyche,
And fall back asleep.
Wake to a new sound,
Foreign and bizarre.
Deny the world no longer.
This is what we are.
We are. x4
Run in the warm wind.
Play in the sea.
Smile while you still can.
Return to reverie.
Reverie. x8
(This is love.) x7
[7/8 Breakdown]
Ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Take my hand and dream life away.
Can I have this dance to the end of the day?
End of the day.
This is love. Love. x4
(Don’t say a word, love. You’ll be fine.
Just stay inside your dreams ‘til you die.
I’ll find a way to move on darling.
Don’t try to speak. You’ll be just fine.)
This is love.
|
||||
4. |
Failure Theory
05:15
|
|||
|
"Failure Theory" by Potion Cafe
Am I confusing the truth
With a well-placed alibi
Am I too afraid to go home
Am I forgetting you
(Where to start
With the bad dreams or my heart)
I forgive again
Cuz we live
Through our sins
Watch them fall
Burn the bridges down
And we consider this
A love song, A love song
I hate the taste but love the press
Lost it all
To the circumstance
Serenades and fists
And love songs, and love songs
I love the taste and fake the rest
Are you dying inside
Cuz I think that I might
Be trying to hard to cope
Like I don't care, like I don't care
Am I forgetting you
(Where to start
With the backseat or my scars)
I forgive again
Cuz we live
Through our sins
Watch them fall
Burn the bridges down
And we consider this
A love song, A love song
I hate the taste but love the press
Lost it all
To the circumstance
Serenades and fists
And love songs, and love songs
I love the taste and fake the rest
Give it up girl you're never gonna live this down
This conversation's gone as far as it can go
For every time you tried to stab me in the back
I wrote a letter and it's pinned between
Your shoulderblades and hangs below your neck
Dear Pariah,
Tell me what you've done
With those you've loved
And those you've lost
Dear Pariah,
Tell me what you've done
With the ones that you called home
Dear Pariah,
I know what you've done
With the ones that you once loved.
|
||||
If you like Potion Cafe, you may also like:
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom.
go to album
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock.
go to album
Crunchy punk rock with angular riffs, unexpected time changes and big guitars right up front (and also lasers.)
go to album
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP.
go to album
Dissonant punk rock with an undercurrent of jubilance that puts noise and dynamics up front.
go to album
Laurels of the End of History
by Cime
This imaginative release from Monty Cime blends Latin folk music and experimental noise for a sense of surreal nostalgia.
go to album
Strange and angsty alternative rock from Los Angeles that hovers between haunting and pretty and sharp and driving.
go to album
