1. |
Doom Loop
01:42
|
|||
2. |
||||
|
Old friends
Even family
Cold shoulder
On human decency
You kiss
Your kids
Same mouth
You damn them with
Every day passes you pray that you're leaving
Everything fading to orange-gray evening
You're not going anywhere, anyway
It's Hell's hot fire
(or the fire right here)
Goodbye
Good times
Hello new friend
The knife that divides
It stalks you
And it sits in your stomach
Rage lets it free
If you lose and you let it
Every day passes you pray that you're leaving
Everything fading to orange-gray evening
You're not going anywhere, anyway
It's Hell's hot fire
(or the fire right here)
Every day passes you pray that you're leaving
Everything fading to orange-gray evening
You're not going anywhere, anyway
It's Hell's hot fire
(or the fire right here)
|
||||
3. |
I Don't Wanna Go Out
04:26
|
|||
|
I don't wanna go out
When my body's broken
I don't wanna stay in
When my walls are closing
Spit on invitations
Curse the Sun for shining
Pace and lay all evening
Call out sick for nothing
Not sick
Not sick still inside my apartment
Not sick
Strange shapes shift into my dark corners
Not sick
Tell me that this storm will blow over
I don't wanna go out
When my body's broken
Curse the Sun for shining
Curse myself for crying
Not sick
Not sick, still inside my apartment
Not sick
Strange shapes shift into my dark corners
Not sick
Tell me that this storm will blow over
So sick
I can't stay alone here forever
Cage gate wide open
|
||||
4. |
Untitled
03:43
|
|||
|
No one
Has ever held me close
Closer to the fire
Closer to your flame
I'm so
So still but still don't know
So bold but still a coward
So old but still so young
Hold on
Let me come to terms
Terms with what's so
So obvious to all
I admit
I resist
I'm a fool
A fool for making you wait
|
||||
5. |
So What
08:09
|
|||
|
So what
I let my hair grow
New low
I let my fears grow
Cold blood inside
So why do I
Turn my back on the world
So what did my family say
So what did my friends say
So what did my mother write
So what did my father say
So slow
Staring at my thumbs
No love
No love left to send
Dead air for days
So why do I
Turn my back on the world
So what did my family say
So what did my friends write
So what did my mother say
So what did my father say
So what do you want from me
So what do you want from me
So what do you want from me
So what do you want from me
|
||||
6. |
I'll Get It Right
05:02
|
|||
|
Let's burn this apartment down
Then argue on ashes
Let's spit in each other's faces
Then curse on our mattress
So let it pour
Until there's nothing left
Let's get fucked and let's fight
I'll get it right, next time
Ice cold rain at the door
Always goading more and more
I can't hear myself
Over this storm
So let it pour
Until there's nothing left
Let's get fucked and let's fight
Let's get drunk and let it fly
I'll get it right, next time
Next time
|
||||
7. |
Dimmer
06:05
|
|||
|
So the story goes
Written on my skin
But seldom spoke again
Ever fading face
Heartbreak fades from view
But never feels brand new
White light
Growing dimmer and dimmer
In dark times
Never going home
Never wanna leave
Never should have left
White light
Growing dimmer and dimmer
White light
Growing dimmer forever
In dark times
Bad light on your face
And it's only getting dimmer
It's only getting dimmer
In dark times
|
||||
Dog Pact Seattle, Washington
Dog Pact is Peter Van Winkle, Alan Crow & Jake Ratkevich
If you like Dog Pact, you may also like:
The Gainesville emo band work through grief and mental illness with honest, empathetic hooks and dynamic guitars.
go to album
Introducing Blush Juliet
by Blush Juliet
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio.
go to album
Under The Surface
by Nameless Ghost
The wrenching songs on the latest from Nameless Ghost tackle loss and grief amidst toothy indie rock.
go to album
The Chicago duo marries post-punk and indie-pop sounds on their charming debut release.
go to album
Dreamy doom-pop for the spooky season from Seattle's Tylo.
go to album
A Better Place From Here
by Principium
Gentle, dreamy indie rock from a Texas 5-piece.
go to album
The Bees Knees: A Compilation For Dan
by Various
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley.
go to album
