With Or Without

by Overslept

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jmgrega Fantastic follow up to I've Been Keeping To Myself. More polished and sounds way bigger, but it still has a solid amount of raw emotion. These guys rock live as well! Favorite track: Survival Of The Chillest.
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1.
What a waste of time it was To wish for wings while watching doves When the body can’t become Everything the mind is jealous of So tell me, do you still believe That courage transcends everything When the weather won’t agree And you have the will, but not the steel to fight it Some things are dyed in the wool But don’t fall asleep in the mold Maybe fear is a color we wear, not part of our shape When you feel the wind growing cold And you’re scared of losing control Then really was it ever yours If you stay or if you run By default you become someone Your eyes can’t just blame the leanse For the way your world is colored in ‘Cause honestly I do not believe That currents bring us all we need Search and you will see Even within waves your hands can stay steady Some things are dyed in the wool But don’t fall asleep in the mold Maybe fear is a color we wear, not part of our shape You feel the wind growing cold And you’re scared of losing control Then really was it ever yours When the truth is not all snakes rattle before they bite So do you blame the aggression or the appetite? Cause everyone fights a private revolution Untouched by pills or potions The consequence of motion: You hear fear in the pause and you know it Sure, some things are dyed in the wool But don’t fall asleep in the mold Maybe fear is a color we wear, not part of our shape When you feel the wind growing cold And you’re scared of losing control Then really was it ever yours
2.
Rally 04:17
Mental now ‘cause the shadows showed me how they only move when the sun is out Where’s the fault when the sugar and the salt look the same before their in your mouth But I get the feeling I would lay it to rest if I just needed to put it to bed In fear and faith, the former puts me in debt but I’m climbing out on the latter half Something keeps me sleeping in Wrestled to the ground again Angry at the stubborn leaves It may be time to shake the trees (“Maybe fear is a color we wear not part of” - I know!) Hollowed out ‘cause sometimes I like the sound of my bones when they’re all alone Who’d have thought longevity becomes a taunt when you’re getting everything you want Is it just me or do you fear the breeze for its unpredictability? Is it really true that the dirt on your shoes won’t move anywhere without you? When the smallest seed eventually sees the sycamore’s view Don’t be the one who’s quick to pick to the fruit but never water the root Something keeps me sleeping in Wrestled to the ground again Angry at the stubborn trees It may be time to shake the trees I hear it now: there’s a mercy in the sound I think that peace of mind is the bait When you’re trying to catch a break You can’t procrastinate and bear the weight Of all the parts of you that you’d change if you were brave If you’d just be brave!
3.
I’ve been rationing guilt cause I don’t call you enough to call you out But my stomach still turns when you speak with just teeth in your mouth What bent you so bad? You think the bird in your hand has an angle If nothing rippled your calm and sent waves through the things that you believe Then why won’t you look at me? If to know better is to do better Then why do you do the things you do? I only know better because you said to do better “You catch the things the world throws at you” When you lay down like this You confuse peace with quiet I’ve been fashioning frames from the limbs that laid shape when we were younger But my arm’s length has changed, I don’t see you the same even in pictures What made you so mad? You took the things that you had and built a monument A back seat or a throne, but wouldn’t you know it’s hard not to look down From moral high-ground If to know better is to do better Then why do we do the things we do? I only know better because you said to do better “You catch the things the world throws at you” When you lay down like this You confuse peace with quiet Stolen innocence Or did you just let the buy it? Spending common sense Just to rent self confidence You confuse peace with quiet
4.
When it gets too lonely to adore Your autonomy is lovingly ignored So you stand inside the roar of everything you’ve ever wanted With all your joy departed You challenge my ability To find a rhyme in a passive melody Well I’d rather be good than lucky Since idle hands seem to beg for everything So tell me, when you just waste all your time Can you call it a simple life? Cause the second shoe can’t be ignored when it always tends to find the floor When it gets too lonely to adore Your autonomy is lovingly ignored So you stand inside the roar of everything you’ve ever wanted With all your joy departed And just a stiff drink to prop your chin up Wage war on common sense To justify rec-league accomplishments Your followers may never pay your rent I call your bluff and get the voicemail and then I watch your knuckles turn white again Inside the box you put yourself in When it gets too lonely to adore Your autonomy is lovingly ignored So you stand inside the roar of everything you’ve ever wanted With all your joy departed And just a stiff drink to prop that chin up You can’t give a shit but you can talk it You can’t draw a line but you can walk it How do you kiss the rings of urban kings And still not see that it’s just dishonest by design You can’t see the lines with all the good vibes Sleep ’til noon and refuse to redefine a waste of time After all the years spent trying to hear you out I still think I’ll end up with my foot inside my mouth
5.
I’ve been so chemically dependent Well adjusted and depressed I buy my thrills and pay my bills And they both get repossessed If I had the time or money to find myself Would I really become anybody else? From the moment adulthood dragged me Out of wonder and into work I’ve wondered why I work the dirt then pay to rent the earth It’s harder than I want to dismiss the thought Under the thumb of the hand that feeds me It doesn’t feel good Like I thought it would So do we just put our bones through the motions Until we’re long in the tooth? Fistfuls of youth to remind us We don’t reach out like we used to Collapse into the codependence of a sandalwood scented home When the air is sweet on the garbage heap, why would you go into parts unknown? When I start to see myself in somebody else do I make a change? Or am I the one who needs it? It’s hard to tolerate The sound that ego makes When it’s the only thing left in the room after you Buy the view and assume they’d let you take it with you So do we just put our bones through the motions Until we’re long in the tooth? Fistfuls of youth to remind us That we don’t reach out like we used to Optimistic limbs keep me in your grip ‘Cause if you learn to let me go I’ll never be more Than a photograph of the life I had before I pulled the curtain back And chose not to ignore that we all just Fear the end of automatic motion When there’s nothing left of our youth It crosses my mind every night now If I found peace would I keep it?
6.
Temper 04:46
You sit and you sink Sorrow swims in the drink You hoped it would drown but it floats In a moat that you made To try to keep the grief away Forgetting pleasure and pain weight the same When we underestimate the worst of us We bevel the edge of our mind Too dull to keep the grass cut We could never look the snakes in the eye Because I have left permanent shapes in the carpet Outside your door When opportunity knocks you ignore I fear motion don’t live here no more Habits form in the smoke as cloudy eyes justify That you don’t only get high when you’re low Lethargic in the undertow, there’s something so dangerous When stubborn minds wish they were dead When we romanticize the things we’ve lost It’s just rubble in rose colored light If you’re going to feed the wolf that’s at the door You can’t hold the years anymore Because I have left permanent shapes in the carpet Outside your door When opportunity knocks you ignore I fear motion don’t live here no more There’s a consequence to giving up You end up begging for forgiveness from The things you couldn’t overcome And it just lets your knees bleed Bury the shame, but now the secret weighs the same You carry a cross of which I’ll never know the weight So what could I have said? Heaven didn’t cast you out, it just let you down To see the color in the world around is a choice now So chew it up or spit it out The pride inside your mouth Because the hand you used to cast your doubt Spread salt on common ground
7.
Lately I’ve been wondering why we dress up when people die As if the straightness of our ties could iron out our crooked minds ‘Cause there was no grace when boys became men overnight With painted on strength and suit and tie at their father’s funeral I carry the dead in the shortness of my breath But I can’t see the point in measuring every step I take away from it Cause I don’t want to just be alive in photographs Confronting mortality on an empty stomach (life still went on, with or without)
8.
Anhedonia 05:32
I was always told “You should never bury bones where your spirit grows” But honestly A cemetery’s just a garden full of gravestones And I’d like to think that I know you best When I’m catching the things you get off your chest It’s okay you killed the limbs to build your nest But when you’re buried in the retrospect It can get easier to forget You were the one who laid the footsteps Cause where they’ve been you can never know and where they lead you can never go so circle wagons real slow All choked up on the dirt you kicked up When you kill the lamb that you cut your teeth on So tell me, what is forgiveness worth? Let the daylight get to know you like I do I’ve been worried sick since the day I turned 18 That what I was given would be taken from me I like to think I’ve outgrown But I’m shit at leaving “well-enough” alone This is getting old Writing pointless tomes on the telephone Listen for the symphony In the way the fresh air seems to speak to me But I like to think that you know me best When you get your hands underneath my vest It’s all vines until the space on the other side I’m worn down on the edges now From all the pictures I was cut out What loved me then doesn’t need me now And don’t it turn you inside out? Let the daylight get to know you like I do I’ve been worried sick since the day I turned 18 That what I was given would be taken from me I like to think I’ve outgrown But I’m shit at leaving “well-enough” alone I was always told “You should never bury bones where your spirit grows” But honestly A cemetery’s just a garden full of gravestones So tell me, what is forgiveness worth? I don’t think I know what it’s worth The days you spend outside of the hurt Because who is going to love them now That we put their father in the ground? (and life still goes on, with or without)
9.
Fictions 04:10
I can’t stay bent I can’t never stand tall again Cause there’s no sense in pleading ignorance From atop the fence That I built to divide territory In a map drawn by my pride My fictions are clouding my judgement Cause they’ll always be a ghost inside the phone I want to sit up straight for you But I don’t see a way out, only a way through So you can tell your friends that I’ll try not to kill their vibes Cause criticizing their mountain won’t ever help me climb mine My fictions are clouding my judgement Cause they’ll always be a ghost inside the phone And there’s gotta be a way to get in front of it Always caring the stones I couldn’t throw Let it go, let it go to show You can catch and release an elbow Because sometimes the only way to make it right is to never call again Aren’t you sick of being sick of it? You will know when you’ve had enough You will know when it’s time to run Feel the things that you’ve never touched You will know when you’ve had enough But my fictions are clouding my judgement ‘Cause they’ll always be a life I could have known And there’s gotta be a way to get in front of it Always caring the stones I couldn’t throw On my own
10.
Petrichor 04:34
I’ve been thinking about the space You leave in the linens The sound the bedsheets make When you’re not there to fill them But if I look long enough I see the currents in your company Your limbs swim with an undertow And the light’s too low to let it go The way you dance around me on your toes Your pockets full of all of the moments that we stole Do I underestimate life’s ability to prorate wanderlust? Darling, can you see the sun in the space we’ve made to live in? (honestly) But for the first time now Forever is a possibility And wearing nothing but a whisky coke We’re both too scared to let it show That there are waves in you I can’t help you dam The movements I’ll never understand You can’t keep my peace, I can’t start your war There’s only so much life that we can ignore The cold might come to claim beauty we can’t name Keep what we cultivate in a picture frame It will never grow, It will never change I won’t hold the chain that keeps you in the bay So we just dance around it on our toes The fear our frame won’t handle the weight of the unknown So let us look chance in the eye Be resolute in knowing You can love every single seed and lose your garden to the seasons We are nothing if not persistent darling We are nothing if not the sum of the people that we love
11.
It feels like I was better once I just can’t remember The things I did differently At my center Somewhere between then and now I lost my temper Been looking for a way to get it back I barely keep it quiet The sound of hope divided With a broken wrist from shaking my fist at things That I don’t understand, and can’t change even if I did I want to turn the worry down So I can feel the day breathe Because sleeping through anxiety Never really worked for me I can’t put up so I put it off But the bell’s still ringing When I wake up with a doubtful mouth I barely keep it quiet The sound of hope divided With a broken wrist from shaking my fist at things That I don’t understand, and can’t change even if I did You can only say your hands are tied (Living like your life’s a losing fight) When your eyes aren’t wide (Keeping all your demons out of sight) If you really want it to be alright (There’s a consequence to giving up) You’ll have to find the time (You’ll end up begging for forgiveness from) You can only say your hands are tied (The weight of all that you can’t overcome) When your eyes aren’t wide (If there’s any other way to be then show me) If you really want it to be alright (When you start to feel the levy strain) You have to find the time (To look up and breathe through the rain) A thief or an entertainer A failure or the piece of paper A messianic public figure or a celebrity with disciples A slave to the anger in your nature or just kindness you don’t have time for A father or a fiction A fist or an invocation A senator with the powerful implication, or a civilian who dies patient An assumption or an honest conversation Fear breeds in the pause can’t you feel it? A revolution’s eldest daughter or a pink stereotype men bought her A well of useful information or water damage on a moral foundation A king or a contradiction Strength or self-preservation The consequence of motion I see through a hole in my heart now that you’re gone I waste my time on these moral rivalries Instead of embracing that no one knows anything And life still goes on with or without (And we must be brave, with or without)

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released April 9, 2019

Produced and recorded by Overslept
Mixed by Corban Roberts at Tessitura Studios
Mastered by Troy Glesner at Spectre Studios

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Indie rock with sensitive breakdowns.

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