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The Roadless

by Kneejerk

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1.
in the morning I wake up and lay as everyone goes about their day. I'm okay. There's no reason why I'm crying, it's only a shape on the wall. It's pilfering my empty soul, so I'm drinking my heart away. In the morning I wake up and lay as everyone goes about their day. All the commuters, they look away. I sense them judging me. But what business have they? I saw a stairway that leads down below, send someone else; I won't go. There's a reason why I'm crying, a damn thing stuck on the wall. Feeds my insecurities, it just won't leave me alone. There's no reason to be crying, it was only a matter of time. I'm not one to blindly obey, so I'll drink my heart away. They say that curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what it could do to man. All these moments that we spent asking questions, could have been time to set them all in motion. And as we learned, some are best left unanswered. Probably for the better knowing whose heard. The dark voice, so calm and reassuring, spinning lies and hoping we will never learn. All the lawyers and the butchermen, they're okay. There's no reason to be crying. It's only a shape on the wall. I don't care what it has to say, so I'll drink my heart away.
2.
Well, the tables have turned and lessons been learned. But I don't know anymore than I did before. About to drown, the hand came up and pushed me back down. Please remember you're not alone as you tear apart your heart. Even fools can see this is all formality, pushing through your veins running down your back. Pushing through your veins, I can see they're translucent. … and I've drowned. The hand came up and it pulled me back down. Please remember you're not alone as you tear apart your heart, though I've got nothing to save you. Don't become just another causality of our damaged democratic youth art form, so please remember you're not alone as you tear us apart. Hell, you've dealt with repetition when they spoke of permutations that absolved the whole nation. They say they've found salvation. The fables of old all end with a moral. Why must everything begin to end?
3.
End of Days 05:33
No one knows how it's done. It's been that way since we were young. Circled the field, plowed the heart. Could never find: it's overrun. We're versatile, our minds are made. It's been said all that remains goes out the window when you're looking out, at salted earth and dirty ground. But the man said, "I'll tear it down." On the top of thorns, on the top below. From the valley floors, these minds begin to grow. In due time, we might find our way. Things begin to move in the end of days. And I overheard the fancy man. Silly clothes and dollars signs. He said, "I'll do all I can." But from the door, you don't see him again. The pylon is burning bright; eradicating all the night. On the top of thorns, on the top below. From the valley floors, these minds begin to grow. In duest time, we might find our way. Things begin to move in the end of days. So far away, I let you down.
4.
Dusty Road 03:38
Dusty road that we walk on, our path to redemption. Born and bred animals feed the fear that ensnares us all. Bramble ambles along. And I'm barely holding on. You may not stay for for long, 'cause I'm barely holding on. It's exposed his cavern, reaching for it's sidearm. Takes a swing from it's rusty flagon and mumbles "leave me alone." 'cause I'm barely holding on. I may not stay for long, 'cause I'm barely holding on. I'm slipping. I'm making space for all the things I should have said but never knew how to say. I tried so hard I nearly forgot, all the ways I forgot are gone anyway. I ran the flare gun the whole way; in the sky you can see the trails fade away. I marked the path for all the ways I could have gone; part of me did, anyway… Dusty road that we walk on. Our path to salvation veers off in the wrong direction and we amble along.
5.
Clanky shoes, battered bruise. Nothing new. No one got away. Indiscriminate. Lies they spew. The perfect men. Or so they say; no one got away. Old man Victor, you've got everything. Old man Victor, the yarn you spun is worn thin. Old man Victor, you seem so spoiled. Old man Victor, you've got everything. So why do you need more? Atrocities. Sight unseen, we all believe everything's okay. No one got away. Human greed. Incorporate the violence. No one got away, so everything's okay. Old man Victor, you've got everything. Old man Victor, the yarn you spun is worn thin. Old man Victor, you seem so spoiled. Old man Victor, you've got everything. So why would you want more? Bring them to me. The commoners will hear their screams. Fetch my pen; I write history. No one now will hear their screams. We've rebuilt. Stronger suit, nothing new. Everyone's okay, for another day.
6.
I froze 02:51
It's been a while since I left the world behind, seemed as though uncertainty plagued our kind. The truth is numbers and the numbers have won. Doubt is the fear of trust. We tried circling around but it made us dizzy. Some stopped asking questions and it let em down. The flint laid just outside of the pond, which was convenient. I left my hatchet at home, so I froze. Some believe the prophecies of one. Outstretched arm holds the butt of a gun. The realm of man his doomed by their own hand. Let's hope their bombs can't reach our land. We tried circling around but it made us dizzy. Some stopped asking questions and it let em down. The flint laid just outside of the pond, which was convenient. I left my hatchet at home, so I froze.
7.
Bring on the road. Somewhere, I don't know, I must go. Whisper alone. Seems all I do is run. Problems tend to be overblown. All I know is gone, so I whisper alone. These problems, they stick to you like a load-bearing glue. They won't wear off. So bring on the road.
8.
Know this, son, the brightest star in the end will go away. In the tree the smoke shall fade, and the air will take it's place. Trust the friend with the broken heart, for that friend is here to stay. Know this, son, the brightest star in the sky will fade away. I know some things about you know that time is ending. I didn't quite think it thru - I shot the lock off, well, how're you? I didn't quite think it thru - I filled the gun with the super glue. Even when hope has passed on it was hope all of the same. Watch the worm as he crawls away to the grave that's on display. Shuffled feet and minds half way dwell on thoughts and how they decay. Even though the brighten star will fade away. I know some things about you know that time is ending. I didn't quite think it thru - I shot the lock off, well, how're you? I didn't quite think it thru - I filled my gun with the super glue. I didn't quite think it thru - I wrote the words down and then withdrew. I didn't quite think it thru and I know what I gotta do.
9.
Grow 03:31
From inside the burning tree it didn't do a thing to me. Rose a man from his fate and he didn't even smile. I tripped and fell into the well, well it wasn't pretty anyway. Found a way to feel real, and it left me feeling hollow. Still, you're changing me as I'm changing you. But they're changing me as your changing them too. Made a verse with some sticks and lit a fire under it. Brung the mask down to hell but he still saw right thru. I couldn't read what I had wrote, but please go on anyway… Still, you're changing me. But I'm changing you as they're changing me. But you're changing them too. Still, you're changing me as I'm changing you. But they're changing me buy your changing them too. And he didn't even smile.

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These songs were written several at a time without second guesses and are ordered sequentially based on when they were written.

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released November 16, 2010

Chris on guitar, Karf on vocals.

Chris's other band: Spirit Ditch www.myspace.com/witchingthewell
Karf's solo project: karf.bandcamp.com

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