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Against Couragefalls

by Brickwater

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1.
Wasteland 03:40
There’s a wasteland of steel and stone and most people were caused to want it, to want it all. Another version of a well-known story for the umpteenth time. While irony only seemed too easy I never really planned to die young, I appreciate an empty day more and more. And I heard this silence, no calls, no white noise. And i heard this silence, no calls, no white noise. And I heard my beard grow slow and wild, I ran to seed, neglect myself, blossom out in fading away and I saw a faint light by far enough to inflame in your heart what burns in mine. And I heard this silence, no calls, no white noise. And I heard this silence, no calls, no white noise. And when I’m numb by the smell of smoke and fire, I’ll find a way to fall right in to you and you’re like “I walk you home”. And I heard this silence, no calls, no white noise. And I heard this silence, no calls, no white noise before, with you. Haven’t you heard the news? The steel is no longer in use. The stone turns to a riverbed. I’m a lot more myself than … Haven’t you heard the news before? With you, the steel is no longer in use. Before with you, the stone turns to riverbed, then I’m a lot more myself than before, with you.
2.
You kissed the ground again, but you missed the sound, the smell, the billion little voices running through private property that feel good. Not falling, just somehow blown away and gone. And it feels like all you ever tried was to sleep tide but you’re running somewhere, somehow. And it feels like the years pass by today, and it feels like the years passed by today and it feels like the years passed by, today you’re old. And it feels like the years pass by today and it feels like the years pass by today and you ask yourself why I’m not answering your calls. It’s not how you ended up in here, oh you know, no, it’s all the questioning that follows. You’re having a hard time and such obvious things gets in the way like drowning with a heavy truth tied around your feed. And it feels like all you ever tried was to sleep tide and you’re running somewhere, somehow. And it feels like the years pass by today, and it feels like the years passed by today and it feels like the years passed by, today you’re old. And it feels like the years pass by today and it feels like the years pass by today and you ask yourself why I’m not answering your calls. And no one understands and you’re the cry-baby again. And I don’t understand that this has been the moment
3.
It's Okay 03:28
It’s okay, you can come in now, guess I calmed down enough to talk. Well, this might not excuse a thing but all I’ve ever done was to try to make things right, what I still do while you keep on telling lies, what you always do. It’s quiet now or it seems to be but I feel it right beneath my skin and I can smell the fire coming closer. The hypocrites sing their songs of indifference backed up by the cowards’ elite but they all feel the fire coming closer. It’s okay, we can talk it out and I hope you already know your points. And it starts to hurt right at the moment when we both think we’re so right, desperation takes place in here and I’m between losing my last patience and hide in the background, singing songs that I don’t like. It’s quiet now or it seems to be but I feel it right beneath my skin and I can smell the fire coming closer. The hypocrites sing their songs of indifference backed up by the cowards’ elite but they all feel the fire coming closer.
4.
The lost nights of last years and all the love in between, all the hours within the worst fear but then at next morning, an unexpected pulse and a heartbeat, hardly to track but there’s one, there are some. The lost years of last life and all the threat been seen, all the founders of cruelty and the monsters on backseat linking fresh blood from their claws and wolf down bodies in rapturous applause, oh there’s one, there are some. I choke on the laughter, I’m cold in the sun, I’m deaf by the silence of being on the run and my throat’s fucked of screaming on for all I’ve been seen on the TV and all those stories I’ve read, all the people I met, the pictures been taken, the shelters, forsaken and gone. May true grit come undone, oh there’s one, there’re some.
5.
I don't wanna hear it anymore so stop repeating your monologue. I ain’t the one that give you what you need, because I hardly can deal with this guy up here. And I don’t know the answers to all of your right or wrong questions so honey, I’m just trying to do my best with this hungry beating heart right down beneath my chest. Yeah, I wanted the moon since Frankie waned it, I want to earn money like robin hood did, I want to get high and wasted, anytime that I need a break so leave me alone, or love me unconditionally. Having semi-naked coffee conversations with myself about the existential things but I'm losing every argument. Remember all the hours I spent trying to look myself in the eyes? Today, I’m tired of thinking and headache. Tonight, I might be able to spit fire all along the ugly streetlights that make me a moth carrying my way. See yeah, I wanted the moon since Frankie waned it, I want to earn money like robin hood did, I want to get high and wasted, anytime that I need a break so leave me alone, or love me unconditionally.
6.
We’re no friends we’re just stuck in a similar moment for a while and that’s neither good nor bad, it’s just so. Next offered passenger side might be mine and then the relation is over until someday we’ll be stuck to another similar moment again. 'Cause I don’t care if I lose interest. I never learned to be a trustworthy friend. I don’t understand the punk rock songs that I dace to every night of the week. Me is all I can see 'cause I’m so fucking free. You know I will be there whenever you are in trouble and I’m to blind to see that this more sounds like a threat than a help in your ears. Oh I know what I know and I knew it before, we’re a perfect fit! And I really hope that I don’t forget. 'Cause I don’t care if I lose interest. I never learned to be a trustworthy friend. I don’t understand the punk rock songs that I dace to every night of the week. Me is all I can see 'cause I’m so fucking free. Oh I heard and I saw and I been and I love and I hate and I met but I said and I knew I was right.
7.
Everything we do is climb at least when we’re not falling down and again everything that counts is how, not where you stand at all. It’s been awkward but that feeling slowly faded away. So I walked on, slow but steady in the day. Everything we do is to hide at least when we're not trying to find a little truth in every coward lie that we've been told just ever since the day we started asking for explanations. So I don't know where it ends, but I know where it all began. It’s been awkward but that feeling slowly faded away. So I walked on, slow but steady in the day.
8.
Hear Me Roar 04:02
Oh, Hear me roar, hear me hollering back again for sure. And oh, shadow’s my friend while the light hates my face, once again. I’m surrounded by the bitterest noises stab down in my ears. The moon won't shine, left sky without a note. The sun won't rise, never sank down so low. Oh, this ship’s made of papers and wooden dreams that hardly stand. Oh, how pure this sea of diesel right next to this candle of time. I'm surrounded by the bitterest voices, telling me it's real. The moon won't shine, left sky without a note. The sun won't rise, never sank down so low. So I stand on the balcony starring at these dead walls of town with red eyes and the smokestacks covering my sight. Blinded I miss the obvious choices till borders become clear. The moon won't shine, left sky without a note. The sun won't rise, never sank down so low.
9.
This can’t be real it got to be a fake, I mean hey, it’s like watching a movie what makes it so sick. Guess we’re fucking it up. I think I’m alive but most time feels like I’m living in dead. Wear away death around my feet, put it in my mouth and teach the kids. What a fool I’ve been to trust these monsters thoughts and how cruel they take and replace hearts with dead dust. And I hear myself saying “This can’t be real it got to be a fake, I mean hey, it’s like watching a movie what makes it so sick. Guess we’re fucking it up!” Boats and fences, guns and walls, tax-funded mercenaries obey the monsters orders and I’m kept blind and hogtied to keep me at the bay. What a fool I’ve been to trust these monsters thoughts and how cruel they take and replace hearts with dead dust. And I hear myself saying “This can’t be real it got to be a fake, I mean hey, it’s like watching a movie what makes it so sick. Guess we’re fucking it up!” Sometimes I feel like I just can’t wash the dirt of my hands. Sometimes I can’t stand this cold blood inside my veins. What I a fool I’ve been to trust these monsters thoughts and how cruel they take and replace hearts with dead dust.
10.
Zombies 03:13
The zombies of the night are resting on the ground. The record player is cracking and is playing an empty sound. Once again the carpet became home and bed and shelter, the voices in my head know that I should have known better. I’m looking for the memories while I’m looking for my shoes. Well, somehow I’m in no laughing mood. I said “Alright, it happened all again and all the masterminds and experts are looking for the reasons for this auto-aggression!” I said: “Alright, I might have an answer. There’s anger in my heart and mind and I just want to bring someone down but you’re too far away!” I still can remember the words Joe went “the more they tear me down, the more I celebrate myself!” And this is a reflection of how we’ve been always treated, we’ve only come to know that pack of lies we should believe in. And I more and more shit on what you are so cheers out to a blue drinker’s heart. I said “Alright, it happened all again and all the masterminds and experts are looking for the reasons for this auto-aggression!” I said: “Alright, I might have an answer. There’s anger in my heart and mind and I just want to bring someone down but you’re too far away!”
11.
If I could climb these falls up again that dragged me down, oh if I’d remember when? I should have been on time but I was addicted too much to anything else. Now, my church is the water and the heathen that I am hate these sounding bells. The hammer is as high, as hard it comes down again. Am I my living proof of a dying dream? Now, my heart sinks like a ship, please deliver me before I slip down in dangerous faith. No, this is not what I need and I hate down here on my knees with this insincere prayers. Oh I'm lost in this shit and I'm about to fire it all up. Waiting for dawn is my escape. How far might this go on, this shit goes on? Oh I'm lost in this shit and I'm about to fire it all up. Waiting for dawn is my escape. How far might this go on, this shit goes on? I won’t start to beg the jailer for salvation.

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This album has been recorded in the rooms of famous btm-guitars in Nuremberg. Special thanks to & his Jens Hold Band for one-man-banding-up the songs. Further thanks go out to Kate the Great, Chris Rocket and to all the ears that hear, hearts that feel and throats that sing our songs and support what we do.

We all visit Couragefalls from time to time, what is okay, as long as we reach out to each other to move on again. Make Couragefalls great again.

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released September 4, 2016

All Songs written & performed by: Brickwater
Mandolin, Lapsteel, Electrics & Bass: Jens Hold
Additional Vocsls: Jens Hold
Recording & Production: Jens Hold
Mix & Master: Patrick Zilles
Artwork: Jens Hold
Logo: vikunia illustration

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Brickwater Tann, Germany

Brickwater is a four piece indie X folk X punk team based in Nuremberg, Germany. Their music is defined by melancholic indie sound, folk-punk based harmonies, a distinctive rough voice along surprising sing-along hooks. Through the longing for excessive guitars, shaking baselines and vibrating drums the band developed to a crashing sound concept with the full band debut LP “SEASON ONE”. ... more

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