Self Titled 7"

by Caravels

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released 16 January 2011

Recorded Fall of 2010 at Earthling Studios in San Diego, CA.
Engineered by Mike Kamoo.

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Track Name: Dream Beaver
if i could wipe the grime away
i'd leave the rest just the same
i'd find a way to skew what's left
to make it seem it's for the best
could never, could never see
(the seams that needed stitching)
could never, could never see
(there's something that's been missing)

we march in step, walk straight in line
we march in step, our hands are tied

was there a sieve they could trickle through
and out the other side they'd be someone new
was there a sieve they could trickle through
they could drip and drip, few by few

and i've been wishing it ever since
that i could be the one convinced

that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life

how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else

that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life

how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else

and all the echoes in my head
they keep me from believing again
they ripple back and forth
preventing me from ever wanting more

a broken home splintered in four that day
i spoke alone when i thought that we'd be okay
Track Name: Girth Impression
the swollen dreams of each shape and size
i pictured them adorned in black and white
but they bend themselves now instead of bloom
and spend each night howling at the moon
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
(patterns don't predict)

four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep
untied apart so that our eyes won't meet
i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
(patterns don't predict)

i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(you don't speak too loud)
deaf to all, no time of day
i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(or i don't hear too well)
deaf to all, no time of day

we're ten people at once
with ten places to be
just a crisis of youth
just a crisis of youth

four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep
untied apart so that our eyes won't meet
i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix

i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt
i move the air in and out, in and out
i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt
i move the air in and out, in and out

but this sadness will not consume me
i won't let it, i won't let it

these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget
i'm old but now we're young
make the best of it, make the best of it
suspended like a moon above, hanging there
that takes it's time coming down
these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget