i can't even carry my shoulders

by The Telephone Projects

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released June 9, 2013

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this project was conceived on new years in 2013

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Track Name: hospitals
let the hospitals in utah burn down
let the hospitals in utah burn down

oh your cries they sound the same
as the laughter in my brain
listening though the walls and
god knows other things.
oh i know it isn't right
when you swore that you would die
but your ghost is so perfect
in the light it was worth it

then you'd simply leave
when the music got louder
i know that you remember
it was december

let the hospitals in utah burn down
let the hospitals in utah burn down

the buildings still stand
but they wont much longer
a daughter's father
she falls into hunger

and kept up starring at the
ceiling lights watch as
the smoke wraps around
it'll make me feel alright

try to sleep it off even
if it takes nine years
my dear i know not who you are
it's so unclear

but you're useless
oh i'm useless
your so useless
i'm so useless

then the angels or demons
in my head from a distance
would play their instruments
and sings

let the hospitals in utah burn down
let the hospitals in utah burn down
Track Name: you sir may be the cancer cowboy but i am the devil
i slept there all night long
just hoping for a new poem
cursing under my breath
everyone's watching
i know that in a second
they'll all be just as upset
and i know that i can't do anything

yelling till your lungs swell
bury yourself
drown me till i'm sorry
oh kill me know

drinking holy water
forgetting all our fathers
burn him with my bible
god take this fucking rifle
i don't know what to do
oh i don't know what to do
forget me please
oh forget me

drinking holy water
forgetting all our fathers
burn him with my bible
god take this fucking rifle
i don't know what to do
oh i don't know what to do
forget me please
oh please forget me

you're yelling till your lungs bleed
Track Name: friday confessions
moving backwards every time
i give into an expiated lie
how many more times
could i apologize for all of my
asphyxiating lies
these planned footsteps
constantly follow me
thus i live in a narcissistic fantasy
banned from your family
drunk on your sympathy
perhaps we just might
never have to meet
then these planned footsteps
might just follow me
straight into the cold hard street
maybe then i would go to sleep
although this time much
less temporarily
maybe then i'd never
have to breath
oh i want you to watch as
i never have to bleed

but none of this will ever happen
you'll never stop i'll always just be waiting here
Track Name: sleeping in the ground pt. 2
less than a week those coles don't burn to clean
just as that city we're on fire
then you looked up to me with those swollen eyes
you said, oh i don't wana die
i brushed you off
and walked on by
and every single night i sleep where you lied-
now that everyones left
or is sleeping in the ground
i still here the sounds of their footsteps
and i wear this crown
all day long till i admit i'm not strong this king's a coward
now that i've moved forward
i burned my bible, along with a the rest of my decibels
but i'm happy that they've left that they're souls are at rest
infact, i think i might envy them
i thought it was just the start now this city's a graveyard
even the days are dark