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Intend
05:13
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Buried deep down and inward, all answers deep inside.
Solutions to questions asked in our personal night.
Reflecting in mirrors framed in a brand new mind.
Belonging to us, rightfully yours and mine.
Discovered after the collapse from the weight of inevitable light.
Time won't stand still.
I'm willing to change.
All is choice.
Buried deep down and inward, all answers deep inside.
Solutions to questions asked in our personal night.
Reflections in mirrors framed in a brand new mind.
Belonging to us, rightfully yours and mine.
Discovered after the collapse from the weight of inevitable light.
Time won't stand still.
I intend.
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To Sisyphus
02:37
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A sun sets on the hill where my tree bears no fruit at all.
My rock waits at the bottom where it returns after I fall.
No windows in my wall.
When will my home be at rest?
What do I have to show for it?
I have nothing to show for it.
A moon wanes on the field where my salted flowers wilt.
My shovel lays abandoned, covered in broken soil and silt.
This is the house I built.
When will my home be at rest?
End of rope. Dead end hope.
What do I have?
What do I have to show for it?
I have nothing to show for it.
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Saltless Sea
04:52
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Halls lined with mortar, cobble street with no name.
When we talk it's familiar, but we know it's not the same.
Tower of stone
Overseer maritime
Indifferent yet intertwined.
Saw the blue in the water
Smelled no ocean, saltless sea
Frozen waves crash around us
Broken driftwood, endless beach.
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Bluer Sky
08:09
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Never to have. Never to hold.
Not to think, not to feel, not to believe, but to know.
Savior speaks in legalese, dollar signs, fine print, and lower case T's.
Helplessly I listen and count my inadequacies.
Burning candles at both ends to justify the means.
Nothing. Something. Anything. Everything.
Greener grass, bluer sky.
The flame once sought for warmth and solace was fluorescent light.
Platinum chains work the same, comfort in restraint.
Emerald envy's expensive words in mind:
"You may have the greener grass, but I've the bluer sky."
Savior sings in a skeleton key, hands and head are directionless and empty.
Hopelessly I covet as my want becomes my need.
Every incompletion an unresolved melody.
Words I did not mean. Prayers to make me clean.
I asked you what you think of me and you said, "I don't."
You see me in a way that is aways away from my own.
The more I learn the less that I understand and I won't.
Never to have, never to hold.
Not to think, not to feel, not to believe, but to know.
Underneath this lapis sky, the hallways of my head.
Finding gilded memories, I forgot I had.
Perfectly inadequate, same tune/different key.
Disbelief is a belief, thank you sacred greed.
The courage to live my own life, not one of some other.
I know that I made the right choice, but wish I made another.
My perfect naivete is golden fields of rye.
I am until I am not. Who am I?
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TRITA Minneapolis, Minnesota
TRITA (try-tuh)
Post-rock/Post-Metal/Post-Hardcore/Pre-Death
Take care of yourself, and take care of somebody else.
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