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Long Enough
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LONG ENOUGH the joke’s been on us, so is it really news that we can’t take anymore? They still ask for the reason for these sad, sad songs. The answer is the anger laying heavy on our hearts. Well, am I right this time means all or nothing, am I wrong it means nothing at all. Oh I don’t know. And I see it in my mind, the essential thing living and loving, dancing around a fire high as fuck with a fist in the air, while the ugly paranoia, drunk and wasted and hating everything, is limbering up at my fucking flame. Pardon me, looking for some medicine because it pretty seems that I go fucking insane. I’m not in the mood of seeking happiness on the bottom of the bottle again, this time that might not be enough. Fair enough, I should try something weird, praying to the gods Cash and Christ. For sure bitch, I’m down with a one-night stand. Is this the worst joke with the saddest end, or am I dating out my rebel yell again? Oh, one of these days.
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THIS FUCKING SHIP IS SINKING, I swallow water already. The shore’s much too far away to swim so it’s sink today, I guess. Was it worth the mutiny when there’s no plan B to hold on? I’ll find a place to rest. It’s pounding out of my chest. Place and time to lay my head before I go on. Woke up beneath some palms with bruises filled with sand. Dead bodies next to me, am I the left-over crack? To fall apart is goddamn hard. But I’ll find a place to rest. It’s pounding out of my chest. Place and time to lay my head before I go on. And waves crushing over me, but all I got is the open sea. So I tape my wounds, because I’m starving to stumble back into the sea. Because there’s nothing to do on your island.
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It's Haunting Me
03:26
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IT’S HAUNTING ME, baby. See a haunted man running. Running the streets down to nowhere to hide again. Give it up for the weight of living doing his job, because it’s just sometimes kind of tough to living it up. Oh, how I hate to wait for the sun going down. Oh, how I need to make this all blend out. Pardon me for taking the first shot tonight. “To the nights we’ll never remember, to friends we’ll never forget” was written on the kitchen wall back then when we were young. Sometimes I miss these days, but time is skipping away. No retreat, no regrets, no scar that I would sell. Oh, how I hate to wait for the sun going down. Oh, how I need to make this all blend out. Pardon me for taking the first shot tonight — Never mind, bro. Double it up. Inhale, exhale, I need another blind side — Never mind, bro. I’ll cover you up.
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The Carpet
03:38
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THE CARPET became a wardrobe these days between memories, trash and useless shit. The few things that I’m taking with me are anyway things that I can’t put in a case. Butt-naked sitting on the couch, watching the news. I got news for you, too: I’m leaving town, I'm leaving you. I'm leaving town, oh yes, I do. The last light bulb is flickering out, the beer and whiskey is taken me down. Oh, I should, but I don’t care. Well, I’m expecting what Kerouac said. I will burn, burn, burn far away from here. And I won't fade out. Oh, I won’t fade out. Just leaving town. Oh yes, I do. I'm leaving town, I'm leaving you. Putting on a jacket and shoes and thinking about calling you a last time, but since you've been gone the weeks passed by. I guess you're more than alright. So I smash my phone against these empty walls. I enter the streets, these damn familiar streets, to the bar we used to be where fellas are waiting to celebrate that I leave this town. Oh yes, I do. That I leave this town. I’m leaving town, I'm leaving you.
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I HOPE YOU SAID WHAT YOU NEEDED TO SAY before you fall back down in your old habits again. Oh my, the city is on fire tonight and we’re the flames keeping the passion alive. I felt old and heavy and damaged, these last days we fought against everything kept us behind these fucking walls of constant black-outs. And we kill ourselves with the best intentions. Here we are, lowlifes on top. To the ways we chose, to old scars and fresh wounds, cheers to whatever we are. Here’s to us. We met soul mates from elsewhere, taste the mud and the shit on the streets, heard the sound of the past, still looking for the upcoming. With the smell of dirty youth and peace in every breath. And we kill ourselves with the best intentions. Here we are, lowlifes on top. To the ways we chose, to old scars and fresh wounds, cheers to whatever we are. Here’s to us.
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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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