Short Songs For Short Tempers




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An album of intense emotion coupled with aggressive instrumentation.
An experiment in recording techniques and vocal delivery.


released May 8, 2015

All instruments by Brendan Horn.
Mixed, recorded and produced by Brendan Horn.
Artwork by Brendan Horn & Chris Dewar.


all rights reserved


Track Name: Sleepless In Sacramento
Since when did I become so safe?
Since when did life become about living day to day?
Since when did I forsake my heart
In a bag on the side of road?
I ask you "Since when?"

Since when did I become so sick?
Since when did how I live, be defined by where I live?

Yeah shake the world
Yeah shake the world

Our hearts are heavy and our hands are counter weights
A newton's cradle where the bounce back comes in spades

Say your prayers with a mouth
So dried and cracked from kissing your own ass

Hopeless and hopeful are two words the same
Opposites attract in the strangest of ways
We pull for forgiveness, but we push truth away
But one day the answers will find us again

Close my eyes and sleep
Track Name: Miami Sand
You cling onto life like it's all that there is
On this tip of a knife. No family or friends
Is this all that you wanted? Is this all that you planned?
Traded youth for a company, traded soil for sand

Bow down

Take a handful of memories and this Miami sand
You worked for your paradise but you still need the land
Trade the truth another day, trade this oil for cash
Is that blood on your bank account from the market you crashed?

The market you crashed
Yeah the market you crashed
Is that blood on your bank account
From the market you crashed?

Freedom and justice
The American way
Capitalism, we've all got to pay

Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
But by the corporate backers and bankers they grin
Stacking their bonuses higher as our ship starts to sink
They sacrifice the children, to save their own skin

No more! No more!
I know the bell tolls for everyone
And God will judge your deeds, the good left undone
And I contently say that you won't just get away
Only the law protects you, not justice per say
Track Name: Freedom From What, Exactly?
Drain all the water from the ocean and pour it into buckets on a wall
And when the earth shakes watch them fall
Watch them fall, watch them fall

There are times when I can't see through my own eyes

At the bottom of the deep blue sea
I saw a shiny mirror showing parts of me
And in the end I saw exactly what I thought I'd see
Another person who had lived my life instead of me

Trace this back to you

Drain all the sympathy from innocence and pray that the heavens rain forgiving us
Of all the darkest we do
All we do, all we do, all we do

I rest my feet on sacred ground

Come set me free
From myself, from myself, from me!
Come set me free
From myself, from myself, Lord save me from me!
Track Name: Sitcom
Nothing is built to last
Holding my breath, but I'm fading fast
With my leg shattered in the cast
All my bones are the actors
From shows of the past

Wait til the season returns
Wait til the network reverse the adjourned

I never said I would last
They let this ship sail, but tore down it's mast
And the hull is a thin pane of glass
One hit from the coral, and we're sinking fast

Wait til the captain arrives
Wait til the captain arrives
Wait til the crew sacrifice all their lives
And retell their tale to their wives

Dead men tell no tales
They slip secrets to sharks and whales
But dead men tell no lies
The kiss of life as they say their goodbyes

I never said I could pay so government took me and sent me away
But I swore on that painful day I'd make enough money to make them all pay

Wait til they exit their homes
Wait til they exit their homes
Wait til the cards are all shown
Just wait til they exit their homes
Track Name: Deaf Ears
Gather round and say goodbye
Do your best to try to try

This grave follows me around

Awake from the dream, have I just seen hope?

Gather round and build a home
This deathly mess of skin and bone

Trade the money for the innocence
It's not the action, but how you live
And if I'm to hear the truth
God forgive me, for I am deaf

I called the doctors to diagnose my head
They all had opinions but I was still dead

I called in the chaplain to give my last rights
But he couldn't hear me or see me for the lights

I am alive
I have not died just yet
Don't give up on me
Revive, revive

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