Get all 30 Bleach For The Stars releases available on Bandcamp and save 80%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of One-Legged Bull, Wrecktify, As Good As Tears, A Box of Far Off Things, Older Roads, A Beach with No Footprints, Drahtzieher, The Vore Complex Edits, and 22 more.
1. |
Beat
04:42
|
|
||
We entered, fleeing entropy and bile
Loathing the lazy tremor of the streets.
Though night was never mine I stayed a while.
Companions of decay and stiff denial.
In binary opposition but discreet.
We entered, fleeing entropy and bile.
Between the softly vacant and the vile
A grunt of bodies gnawing on the heat.
Though night was never mine I stayed a while.
His hagfish eyes soon knotted round her smile
To rip out conversation's rancid meat.
We entered, fleeing entropy and bile.
A mould of minds but each with toxic style.
Me for the drained glass, him to hunt, kill, eat.
Though night was never mine I stayed a while.
To fix on each face with such perfect guile,
A gift I'd bore with diamond to defeat.
We entered, fleeing entropy and bile.
Some throbbing fear has dragged us down these miles,
Seeping through hearts we hammer with conceit.
Though night was never mine I stayed a while.
No single action could be classed worthwhile
Though all our world remains and will repeat.
We entered, fleeing entropy and bile.
Though night was never mine I stayed a while.
|
||||
2. |
Cast
04:59
|
|
||
In your tanned eyes I see the stars burn out.
I watched a rain that could not speak or shape
The hills of your cold country, cause you any doubt
Whether the sky was cheap glass born to break
Against your face. You gnaw at the hard dust
Between days spent in the dreaming of nails
Strike with their acid howls for common rust.
For you all kingdoms came, all kingdoms failed
And their shadows you walk, cutting your feet
To the tremble of a tied moon. To hate
And to the slow, sad rip of wounded sleep
And a dawn splintered to sticks as you wake
Clasping for change in pockets full of holes.
Through them your head pours down. I cannot dress
You with a single thought. And no bright shoals
Of wild warmth swim inside. At all ends less
Being in your brief, strung, mercantile light
Falling in ditches, dumb to blossom, bare.
Your stream champions ice and bleaker night
And worst of all I know you could not care.
|
||||
3. |
Surface
03:31
|
|
||
I itch for laughter in the summer cold
And tear through night, and chop out chunks of rain
To furnish my mind's attics. Sour distain.
Not for the loss of concept, nor the old
Shiver that pulls down worlds. Merely the silt
Clawing through arteries of wasted sleep.
The buzz of metal when I try to weep.
As if the bloom of light itself could wilt
And fall back into that abyssal sea
That spawns such thought. The will to waste a day
Even a hacking second's shadow-play
On being all I once could almost be.
I will preserve these memories in tar.
I will encase myself in harder time
And guzzle stale words like the cheapest wine
And, bending backwards, vomit on the stars.
|
||||
4. |
Drinking Mirages
03:35
|
|
||
You never told me and I never knew
And even now you paint the roses blue.
A crease of shadows cracks our crystal trees
Wafting the musk of burning libraries.
Those almost-honest maps of truth you drew
Evaporating like the morning dew.
Uncharted voices in a pale parade
Summoned the dogs to taint her charmed cascade.
Filling her head with locusts dropped a price
Annihilation’s garbage stitched with ice.
A summer sun’s necessity will fade –
The greatest lie to light this masquerade.
Over the backs of stars the slow blames creep
Yearning for time to treasure or to weep.
|
||||
5. |
Still
04:12
|
|
||
Another rip of afternoon remolds
In units of a crass, ceramic cold.
All brain song bent by this euphoric waste
This serpent calm that pisses on our taste
And peels apart our tamed tears. We grow old.
These filthy eyes design their cheap belief
And stop to crack down time with dirty teeth.
We are the pebbles flung by winter waves.
We thrust our scars through skinny light. Our graves
Lie in the mire of nothing underneath.
With minds sculpted from spit, we planted thorns
In hope of roses. Still, we were not warm.
We are the moths around a dying star.
Our blood is fallen leaves and screaming tar
And that is all, and all our dreams are torn.
|
||||
6. |
Revelation
04:14
|
|
||
The heart: an ashtray; rusting faith
The grind of pills resounding in the dark
Between sad galaxies and stained remarks.
A gash of air, a glimpse that starts to chafe
Where stones cry out for shadows, and the trees
Bray to the beat of blister and disease.
Remain disdainful, shoddy effigies.
The skin: tattooed with tension, burnished
Blind. Mindful of the ragged flame of time
The gutted, hollow gasp of the sublime.
A loose decay, cracked black traffic furnished
With fear, melodies of dust on desperate keys.
The slow, select despair as feelings freeze
Or drop uneasy warmth with equal ease.
The sun: a used coin stamped with shine,
Resigned to show a sprawl of sacred tears.
A dismal bliss devalues the divine
Water reverting softly back from wine.
|
||||
7. |
Wracked
03:10
|
|
||
With fired Summers I will toast the year.
Their rent husks lie there neutered on the ground
In failed exuberance; and all around
The thought of shapeless heads reduce to tears.
With evening comes the scratching of our fear
The subtlety ripped out in lumps of sound.
To clench this knowledge we ourselves are bound
And herded into dusk and all that’s drear.
The trunk of human time stretched tight within
Does little for the paucity of dream.
A vital mouth is struck beneath our skin
And all the world is echoes of its scream.
|
||||
8. |
Dazzle
04:44
|
|
||
It is no recompense to undermine
The conscience, or to mediate with tar.
Better to blaze relief in my design
Out of the furrow towards the light of stars.
This present, handed out to fit my face
Could not be worn without the growth of pride
And would not turn my world, had I no grace
To oversee that warmth and stir inside.
To live with order, always, never blindly
I dream for those who would respond, and kindly.
To live with order, always, never blindly
I dream for those who would respond, and kindly.
|
||||
9. |
Hitch
04:16
|
|
||
The wrinkled room sunk on a spoon
Wired walls are gristle ground apart
Tarring the hapless howl of each heartbeat
Declared impairment scarred onto folding stars.
Homeless from hope where only the dope is sweet
Flexing dementia tension like treacle strewn.
Vein drained regret grafted to shafts of cigarettes
Stale inhalation face staple pale from pins.
Wraith gaze tracing through pages of waste
Clock rotted time torn for another taste.
Black tracks tripping across scabbed skin
Lying limp dim crippled in fetters of sweat.
Pools of ridicule chemical blemish bound
Thrusting through rubbish to shred with sickle sound.
|
||||
10. |
Waver
07:25
|
|
Bleach For The Stars Harwich, UK
Experimental multi-genre concept albums, all with a prominent Industrial edge.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Bleach For The Stars, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp