Mountain Arresting

by Dead Weights

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released August 1, 2017

Recorded & Mixed by Topon Das at Apartment 2 Recording
Mastered by Dave Williams at Eight Floors Above Mastering Co.
Album Artwork by Blair Smith

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Track Name: Making Moves
Making moves on concrete at different paces trying to get somewhere I need to face that asphalt moves along with you so do the harder things we tread on. I try to smile when I feel out of place the cold stares start to feel a little distance and hearts move along with you so do the softer things we lean on. Will you still be around? Is that what the smile on your face meant? Everyone is getting home somehow. The bars closing and I’m leaving tomorrow. Share a drink and lean a little closer and if your politics aren’t shit maybe I could get to know you. Ranting on and on about the harder things we’ve come to tread on. Hit the strings but the sound seems out of place. Sing the chorus and remember what the words meant and days move along with you so do the tired things we lean on. Will you still be around? Is that what the smile on your face meant? Everyone is getting home somehow. The bars closing and I’m leaving tomorrow. Will you still be around? Is that what the smile on your face meant? Everything in life is way past due but I’ll be fine I’m paying rent tomorrow.
Track Name: Writing On The Wall
The leaves are falling from the trees another year and things just seem to slip further and further away from me. I think about it and I learn to let go. I see people grasping out at straws while others push and spit to climb over each other when we’re all just trying to make ends meet. I think about it and I learn to let go. The writings on the wall and makes me colder with every fall.
Track Name: Tired For Nothing
Holding your head above the water (without choking on the waves) is always harder than you think when the chip that’s been on your shoulder (spreading like a disease) becomes so big you start to sink. Sometimes I think we’re tired for nothing. Sometimes you question everything. I’m tired of weighing in from the outside (without being part of it) it’s less than glamorous to think. When the repetition becomes so absurd (we’ve heard it all before) you start to question every word. Sometimes I think we’re tired for nothing. Sometimes you question everything.
Track Name: House Is Not A Home
t’s getting cold out and winter is all around. We’re laughing as the snow falls down outside our home and the city’s lights mean less and less each time, each night, I close my eyes and keep moving on. I can’t wait until we see the sun the shortest month is the longest one. Try to stay warm and if it ever ends I’ll ride my bike again leave the house and finally see my friends but for now I’m cold. These winter nights they kill my bones. These colder times I stay in stoned. Because a house is not a home where you go is where I’ll go. We’re told this winter grew so cold this winter I grew so old in my face and my bones. I’ll keep in mind thoughts of summertime leaving these coats and snow behind complain that I’m warm. These winter nights they kill my bones. These colder times I stay in stoned. Because a house is not a home where you go is where I’ll go. Because a house is not a home.
Track Name: Stuck In My Head
It could have been a minute. It could have been an hour but it wouldn’t be last call without those hazy eyes around. So I stand up like I’m just standing up for the first time to give you a hug and you give me a ride. I’ve got a voice stuck in my head that relishes in where I’ve failed. I’ve got a heart that’s beating still for all the places that I’ve left. So I open my eyes like I’ve opened my eyes for the first time and my head doesn’t feel quite right. So I get up and light up something nice and start to feel alive and whole somehow. I’ve got a voice stuck in my head that relishes in where I’ve failed. I’ve got a heart that’s beating still for all the places that I’ve left. I’ve got a head that’s filled with bitter words better left unsaid. I try to keep an open heart but the things we love will leave us in the end. I try to keep an open heart.
Track Name: Pipe Dreams & Broken Things
Slowing the sound but the feeling’s the same just as loud but a little less rage. Songs like this really show our age. Shows me how much is out of my control so much to watch and weed we can smoke. Rolled up eyes and a smoked out throat. We’re aging graceless in these bars and in these basements pipe dreams and broken things in as many places. Coldness brings coldness and we’re so fucking cold. Maybe you could be something warm. There will always be things that we can’t accept the rights of assholes other assholes protect left with the bitter taste of neglect. It will happen again and we’ve seen it before the same rich assholes always want more fine with a completely uneven score. We’re aging graceless in these bars and in these basements pipe dreams and broken things in as many places. Coldness brings coldness and we’re so fucking cold. Maybe you could be something warm. It gets so hard to find a reason to hold on at all when you’re blurring the lines between the wrong and the right and we’re still fucking up all of the time.
Track Name: Underlined إنهاء الإحتلال
What happens when people start to believe in the walls and in the lies that trickle down from up above with dollar signs? You start to think of life as some kind of post-racial hell but if you say you're color-blind your eyes aren't open. What do you call a birth right if you stand up once but then you let go? We need to stand in the back and help push through. Pundits on the scene frame our friends as enemies. They can twist the news but we'll still scream. Why do we stand clear mouths shut to a nation state stretching into someone elses home? Indigenous communities here what happened to a birth right of their own? Entitlement slips into pipelines and I see another people colonized.
What do you call a birth right if you stand up once but then you let go? We need to stand in the back and help push through. First they take their land and then they shake our hands. You can cover your eyes but they're gathered around their flags.
Track Name: Hell Is A Party
I want to hang out all night and sing along to my favorite songs with all my friends til the suns coming up. I’ve been drunk since and I’ll be drunk still with a pint of whisky and some people I love. I want to skateboard down the street drink cider in the park lay down in the grass and smoke a whole pack of darts. I want to hang out all night and sing along to my favorite songs with all my friends til the suns coming up.
Track Name: Head In The Sand
If your heads in the sand you can listen but you can’t hear anything. The right words won’t sound any different and it’s never enough if it’s never enough. All those broken dreams and everything made myself so sick with things I thought I need. Death and taxes are sure things. I caught myself grinning at things I see. What we all need is to be a little better for the times when we thought we put our hearts on something. We’ll all sing and scream off-time that we believe in something – I just don’t remember what it was. Death and taxes sure things more than an online magazine. Nobody knows just what they need. I caught myself stuttering at things I read. What we all need is to be a little better for the times when we thought we put our hearts on something. We’ll all sing and scream off-time that we believe in something – I just don’t remember what it was.