1. |
Ravening
03:22
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A moment
Contrasting
Complicit
Conflicting
A lie
Intrusive
Invading
Corrupting
Corroding
With time
Unknowing
Unwitting
A plan was
Devised
Seizing
Predating
And soon
Fossilized
Blank images
Overlay the lifespans
Shown before you
All evidence
Has been buried
Deep beneath the snow
A memory
Is fleeting
Conflating
Diverging
Contrived
The sickness
Prevailing
Empowered
Enamored
By cries
Unknowing
Unwitting
A plan was
Devised
Seizing
Predating
And soon
Fossilized
Blank images
Overlay the lifespans
Shown before you
All evidence
Has been buried
Deep beneath the snow
Blank images
Overlay the lifespans
Shown before you
All evidence
Has been buried
Deep beneath the snow
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2. |
Joyride
04:06
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In these inhabited spaces
To escape is necessity
The only place where i truly thrive
The only constant in the fluid reality
Close the door and re-ignite the fuse
Frost on the window from the morning dew
Brush off the leaves as i'm immersed in my cell
Clear open highway for the halcyonic joyride
I am amongst those
Who fiend for the road
A natural home
When there's nowhere to go
The streets in my headlights
they beckon me
I drive for glory
The way to be free
Collect oneself, reaching inner thoughts
The stirring spiral is swaying
A condensation of voices dwell within
The spaces between, what should be silence
Close the door and re-ignite the fuse
Frost on the window from the morning dew
Brush off the leaves as i'm immersed in my cell
Clear open highway for the halcyonic joyride
I am amongst those
Who fiend for the road
A natural home
When there's nowhere to go
The streets in my headlights
they beckon me
I drive for glory
The way to be free
I am amongst those
Who fiend for the road
A natural home
When there's nowhere to go
The streets in my headlights
they beckon me
I drive for glory
The way to be free
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3. |
Purple Nights
03:31
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It's an omen
Straw in the wind
But the raven never casted grim
Peer out the window
To see the air falling
As a witness to an earlier sin
It's occurring
What's the correlation
A flood is coming and will coil within
Slow burning
Is the raven calling
Towards a sacrament wearing thin
Purple nights are where she's waiting
Placed in a corner to be left alone
Holding a view from the heaviest mire
She takes it with her through a cleansing pyre
Tumultous in an orderly way
Presented as an alluring display
Purple nights are where she's waiting
Placed in a corner to be left alone
She calls and she's praying to be loved again
These walls are her own now, a purple drenched abode
An oath was signed that no safer heaven was ever built
She's draped in linens shadowed by a promise to fulfill
Measured in a rigid plane the cobwebs cannot sit
The keeper seeing through innocent smiles on her lips
Purple nights are where she's waiting
Placed in a corner to be left alone
She calls and she's praying to be loved again
These walls are her own now, a purple drenched abode
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4. |
Echo
03:48
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Echo Through The Dead Sight
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5. |
Bloodhail
04:08
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I feel the top of the roof come off
Kill everybody there
And I'm watching all the stars burn out
Trying to pretend that I care
But I didn't, no one ever does
And I would, no one ever will
Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands?
And our clothes are all too often ripped
And our teeth are all too often gnashed
And it lasts as long as it possibly can
But I just don't, but I just don't accept this
I just don't accept this at all
And I just don't, and I just don't accept this
I just don't accept this at all
Faces sweaty, arms and legs
What a glorious set of stairs we make
Faces sweaty, arms and legs
What a glorious set of stairs we make
We kill everyone with
Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads
Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads
Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads
Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads
Thank god that's over
Thank god that's over
Thank god that's over
Thank god that's over
But I didn't, no one ever does
And I would, no one ever will
Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands?
And our clothes are all too often ripped
And our teeth are all too often gnashed
And it lasts as long as it possibly can
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Vance Latta Seattle, Washington
Hailing from the Pacific Northwest, Vance Latta has been releasing music since 2013 under a variety of aliases. His current
venture into Synthpop combines his Alternative Rock background with bright, dreamy synths. Providing for a unique blend of dark Pop music.
contact:
vanlatta@gmail.com
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Vance Latta recommends:
We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves
by John Maus
Possibly the biggest influence on my music and an inspiration for life in general. John is the best.
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