Get all 9 My Double, My Brother releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Filaments, Dark Horse, Where You Want to Go, In a Moment, Lights Go Out, The Days to Be Home, Shelves, Infinite Line EP, and 1 more.
1. |
Shelves
04:29
|
|
||
|
Quiet after speaking
For we are hoping to be believed in.
Find us after seeking
Beneath the floorboards, near the creaking,
And everyone is down at the dusty shelves
With the racks to stack up trinkets
Where we build the selves that we sought all along.
All we’ll ever know is only what we’re shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we’re left to fare alone.
We’d hide out under covers,
From our parents, and our sisters and brothers,
Then sneak out, turn off the TV,
And find a mirror in the blank screen.
And everyone is down at the dusty shelves
With the racks to stack up trinkets
Where we build the selves that we sought all along.
And all we’ll ever know is only what we’re shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we’re left to fare alone.
The windows in walls are glass paned cages,
Where we watched the contrast raise up
Then slowly fade away.
And the billions wake to chase desire
Then with the light retire
To become part of the grey.
And all we’ll ever know is only what we’re shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we’re left to fare alone.
|
||||
2. |
The Flawed Fall
04:22
|
|
||
|
I fought to find a place where we could look around
The space between the worlds of vice and virtue
We’d draw the line to face the smiles and crooked frowns
And trace beneath to cleave what’s nice from what’s true.
But pride is a prison
And we’re walking in chains
The mind casts its visions,
Pre-decisions to only listen in vain.
And if we’re judged on regressions
Then I’ve the blackest of knees
For with comprehension
Comes the flawed fall begging, “Please, please, remember to forget me.”
I sought to find the cure for merely dancing ‘round the words
The rants for certain certainties to choose.
And every time I blurred my broken looking crown you turned
And recollected images of youth.
You said, “Fear is for failures,
You’ve got to stand straight and tall
And honestly tell your
Secrets sanctioned and tell them all.
And if we’re judged on regressions,
Then I’ve the blackest of knees
For with comprehension
Comes the flawed fall begging, ‘Please, please, remember to forget me.’”
The candelabra on the mantel made of bricks had drawn
The shadowed scene that played across the room.
Each figures shape grew on, each candle flame had flicked upon
The cast from carbon, incandescent truths.
And illusions are favored
When the dusk starts to fade
So we constantly labor
So as not to see the night for the day,
But if we’re judged on regressions
Then I’ve the blackest of knees
And with comprehension
Comes the flawed fall begging, “Please, please, remember to forget me.”
|
||||
3. |
Fire:Shadow
03:12
|
|
||
|
Fire, fire dance
And teach us of the endlessness of chance
Fire, fire heed
The consequences of unending greed.
Because we’re always on the outside
Looking for it on the inside
Feel it coming and we all hide
Looking for it on the inside.
Then we’re running to our own sides
Looking for it on the far side
Feeling for it when we all tried
Looking for it on the far side.
Shadows, shadows turn
From conceptions of that which once was yearned
Shadows, shadows cross
What’s claimed and lost
We sit and listen and listen and listen!
And we’re always on the outside
Looking for it on the inside
Feel it coming and we all hide
Looking for it on the inside.
Then we’re running to our own sides
Looking for it on the far side
Feeling for it when we all tried
Looking for it on the far side.
|
||||
4. |
I'll Die
03:57
|
|
||
|
Paralyzed by indecision with a will to wait,
Terrified of the precision of a final piece in place.
When a chip is on the shoulder, it’s a brick on the back,
And we’re always growing older, yeah we’re always growing fast,
So we try to be – but sometimes we just can’t leave.
So I’ll die, I’ll die again
When I, when I go cowering
Then I’ll find, I’ll find the wind
To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin.
I will always try to listen to what the thunder said.
I watch the sky light up and glisten but it stays inside my head
And I try to be – but sometimes I just can’t leave
So I’ll die, I’ll die again
When I, when I go cowering
Then I’ll find, I’ll find the wind
To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin.
|
||||
5. |
Let's Go Through
03:03
|
|
||
|
I never saw you in your pain
And you never saw me in my pain
So we’re expecting it to wash away
No one ever wants to feel the blame.
We built up the structures of “what is”
A city of first person narratives
And found that there’s a gap that sits between
Everything that’s said and what’s perceived.
And no one told us what to make of it
And no one told us what to do
When we get tired of hanging out
Then come on, come on let’s go through.
I felt the past start creeping in
While you sought the language to begin
And everything that we could choose would be
Just as meaningful, just different. We
Looked at the window, but it looked back
So you pressed your face up against the glass
And I could only see that we exist
Doubled in the darkened evening mist.
And no one told us what to make of it
And no one told us what to do
When we get tired of hanging out
Then come on, come on let’s go through.
All that we will ever be
Is wrapped in what we’ll never see
And all the fears and all the dreams
Will never come, will never leave.
|
||||
6. |
The Resolve
03:50
|
|
||
|
Old streets turn unto a stairwell, ascending to the resolve where
We sell grief for grim and petty farewells, with you a hundred feet tall.
And it’s tough when walking in rhythm to measure up with the time,
So I stayed pondering direction for an infinite line.
And I have fallen while wading through shallows
Fell to fear for the blue
So I guess I was just waiting to find out
That you are human, too.
Dark night, speaking about our souls, we were driving through a
Place where we were not meant for, but it was all we could do.
The whole time we were counting our curses, then stopped once for the stars
You pulled a pen to put it in verses when we were back in the car.
And I have fallen while wading through shallows
Fell to fear for the blue
So I guess I was just waiting to find out
That you are human, too.
|
||||
7. |
Stolen Water
04:39
|
|
||
|
We sat by the creek to watch it drink the day down
Measured minutes with stone throws.
We gathered thistled figs and grapes with thorns from the ground
Reaping what we’d never sew.
And all this time we praised the sweetness of stolen water
For the secrets we’d undone.
The blood and tears, the years of labor from our fathers
For the ennui of their sons.
And what do they have to do with us?
They’re six feet under turning into dust!
We’re amnesiac fools who burned all that we could have read
To hush the democracy of the dead.
We’ll fix the fire to fly and rise up from the embers
The conflagration of our debts
The frailty of the mind, how seldom we remember
Of how soon we do forget.
But what do they have to do with us?
They’re six feet under turning into dust!
We’re amnesiac fools who burned all that we could have read
To hush the democracy of the dead.
|
||||
8. |
Find a Way
04:04
|
|
||
|
The book you bought me resting on an antique shelf,
I left it over summer just to be myself,
But I still tried to find the face to let me in.
The questions for confessions left me trying to explain,
Like I was grabbing sand, fingers trickled grain,
But the words I sought were still there on the ground,
So the truth of it was scattered all around.
If I could save it for another day,
Then I might make it all be okay
I’ll find a way.
I’ll find a way.
Pressed into a corner, pushing back to grace
A piece of my decision with a hole in space,
And suspect of all I thought I’d never feel.
And I was feeling tired when you came to me
A convalescent effort just to hear and see
As a shadow mixed desire and regret
To remind me of what I’d like to forget.
If I could save it for another day,
Then I might make it all be okay
I’ll find a way.
I’ll find a way.
|
||||
9. |
Staying In
04:13
|
|
||
|
The unconsciously constructed idealistic characters
That have incessantly obstructed what we know with what we prefer
Make it hard to believe in any means
As if what seems is real
When anything can say, “The only thing is it will make you feel.”
So we’re building walls and we will crawl, we’re staying in.
We’ll build them tall to face the wild and channeled winds,
But they fall unexpectedly and all will run
For miles and miles beyond what we can see.
Somewhere inside of me I saw a faint figure with a little gleam
And the appearance of glossed ivory to present the past like a projection screen
So now it’s hard to believe in any means
As if what seems is real
When anything can say, “The only thing is it will make you feel.”
So we’re building walls and we will crawl, we’re staying in.
We’ll build them tall to face the wild and channeled winds,
But they fall unexpectedly and all will run
For miles and miles beyond what we can see.
I wondered if bones could take on flesh and dance again.
Can I peacefully piece together all the veins and patch the skin?
But all that we know we know we only know in part
For the foresight is stifled by a fluid now and the memory is marred.
|
||||
10. |
Will Remain
04:18
|
|
||
|
We’ll settle for the silence,
The break after the bend
Where the blacktop stops and the wanderer
Finds the refuge but still knows that it’s the end.
And there’s never any question
Whether questions will remain
So it’s always that our quests in
What seems simple but could never be explained.
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don’t know? We don’t know!
The more you loved the world
Then the more you came to see
Each individual person
As a hindrance, or then merely as a means.
And you said,
“Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don’t know? We don’t know!”
We met between the sunset
And the lighting of the lamps
In a dismal way you motioned
For a smoke, and then in a muffled chant,
We said,
“Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Where do we come from and where do we go?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Are we figuring slowly or wasting our time?
We don’t know! We don’t know!
Shouting in spaces but only to find that
We don’t know? We don’t know!”
|
||||
11. |
Bound to Break
05:19
|
|
||
|
I fought my demons again.
A rock in the ocean, the water’s spin
And the waves crash down, but the stone’s not moving.
I said it’d be different this time
But time’s telling tales and I slowly find
It’s the same lessons learned through a brand new storyline.
When I was a child, young and free,
I could look to the sky, I could look to the sea,
And smile with assurance and honest sincerity.
Now I’m wracked with my own disbelief,
So I think and rethink with a bottle of ink,
But the cork fell far and Eden sank to grief.
Oh, no! It’s bound to break my bones!
I’ve never seen a newer scene than where I’ve always roamed.
My father told me a dream
Where everything was certain, it was all as it seemed
But the lines faded grey and he called it “waking.”
So I asked, “What is being a man?”
He looked sideways, sighed slowly and folded his hands,
He said, “It’s knowing when to stand and when to understand.”
Oh, no! It’s bound to break my bones!
I’ve never seen a newer scene than where I’ve always roamed.
“Oh, so what if they break?” He spoke.
“Then you’re bound to see what you’re meant to be. We break and then we grow.”
|
||||
If you like My Double, My Brother, you may also like:
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years.
go to album
A Tiger Walks The Streets
by Supercaan
Atmospheric indie rock with the moody quality of dream pop and the gleaming edges of darkwave.
go to album
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals.
go to album
An avant-garde odyssey from the Swiss group is a wavy, eerie melange of blues, folk, post-rock, and dub.
go to album
Things To Keep Alive
by Horsebeach
Anthemic alternative rock with more than a bit of baggy brashness in the jangly riff and puddling vocals.
go to album
A blend of rainbow-hued psychedelic synth-pop with glitchy, experimental interludes from Liverpool-based Tom McConnell.
go to album
beabadoobee’s 2018 EP “Lice” is on vinyl for the first time—and is exclusively available at Bandcamp.
go to album
