Between the Party Lines

by Coming Up For Air

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released April 26, 2016

Recorded at Refraze recording studios and mixed by Ron Pease. All songs and lyrics written by Coming Up For Air

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Track Name: Johnston Red
Like wine the streets stain Johnston Red
as the kings of law turn their flippant heads
to betray our trust and our will
and they only shoot to kill
a cowboy with a gun will bring a change to this town
a soldier denied swears to burn this whole city down

we fight the weak in a substance war
against the lost, the sick, and the local whore
armed right up to the teeth,
like tanks they push past their pleas

a cowboy with a gun will bring a change to this town
a soldier denied swears to burn this whole city down

the devil cried to me last night
asked "why can't they tell the stars from the stripes?"
Like an angel cast from His sight
they will burn beneath the morning light
Track Name: Serpent Song
There's a scratch across the lens
that made everything look wrong
Now I'm bathing in their sins
while I sing my serpent song

these chords used to hold beauty until they through me down to hell

conscience you're a poignant feeling
and regrets can split the sea
know from the view where you're kneeling
watch the ground around you seethe

your eyes try to follow me but I'm already gone

you exhale with a sharp wind
though you cannot see your breath
past the ruins of your old whims
through the garden fail my test
Track Name: Irrational Fear
from the ground they gathered salt herbs and bitterly cast them upon the earth
irrational fear you know bear fruit as bellowing winds tore me from my roots

to resurrect what we planted by mistake now the earth is still and my hands can barely shake
now I try to smoke myself death and calm the wave of tears turned regret

but I can't get that high

from the ground we'll dig up some flowers and somberly place them upon your earth
but I swear to God with all that I am I'd slit my throat just bring you back

but words can't reach that high
no word could reach that high
Track Name: Side Effects
Such ill-tempered young children
give them a pill to make them well
so their parents can call their names
and not wish upon them hell

dress them up in Sunday's finest
give them salt to make them pure
to keep their minds clear and focused
a medicine that has no cure

remedy provide for a me a reason in which I should live
this brevity instilled in me; attention I can no longer give

such well behaved little children
made well by a single pill
to keep their hands from trembling
and to strip away their will

to mute the voice of reason
quetiapine fumarate
side effects they don't advertise
until it's much too late

remedy provide for a me a reason in which I should live
this gravity consuming me; intention I could never forgive
Track Name: Doublethink
At once his voice it breaks and trembles and shrieks and shatter like broken glass and I am we
Violent Streets please grant some comfort
because the gin can only take me so far from the heart

we lie like masks we've made of wool
we doublethink and play the fool everyday
but Julia my sweet Julia our hearts are strong but our number are few against them

we are the dead, can we be saved?
under the spreading chestnut tree
We are the dead can we be saved from the grave?
Track Name: Static Faith
There's a starving man in ragged clothes dying in the streets
as the masses cast their indifference with the air that they breathe
and I wonder now if I'm the only one, who mistook the stars for the son

There's a righteous man who exalts himself high above the rest
as he preaches at the altar's side with the heat of Sunday's breath
and I cannot see the difference in him and those who live their lives in sin
I have lost my place,
I can't hear a damn thing,
I have lost my place,
and static fills in my faith

there's a well-dressed man in the city square talking to himself
as he contemplates how difficult it is to kill someone else
but how easily it comes when you believe your God's chosen one