ThunderKryst EP

by Language of Shapes

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1.
Push Hard and Swallow And you fall asleep, yes, you fall asleep, you fall asleep while you're winning. And why did we fall asleep at the signs that love's not enough to get by? It's floating like dots in our eyes, forever escaping our mind. Breaking our will to survive, and leaving in tatters our lives. There's no turning back back from the skies that crash 'round our ears like a tide. All we want's some truth. Lay bare our minds to the truth. Naked and trembling before the truth. It's not much to ask for the truth. Like we're not somehow broken the truth. There's no point in waiting the truth. We're already broken the truth. And you fall asleep, yes, you fall asleep, you fall asleep while you're winning. Time runs faster than light when you're blind to the cracks that age leaves on the lines. You're not so much happy as tired, to the warp of the whens and the whys. Lies whispered in dreams deep at night, keep us all safe from the fires The comforts you grip tight in hand, fall through the fingers like sand. All we want's some truth. Lay bare our minds to the truth. Naked and trembling before the truth. Like we're not somehow broken the truth. It's not much to ask for the truth. There's no point in waiting the truth. Push hard and swallow the truth.
2.
Jaws of a Friend All you've got to show for your lifetime of safety is regret The street lamps that light your way home are the faces of angels disguised as a threat The concrete that strangles the earth beneath comforts your toes But the wildness that raps on your window at night Won't cease its compulsion to grow. Advice when you're hearing those voices again The best place to hide is the jaws of a friend And once you're inside them You'll peek through their teeth And all their opinions become your beliefs. The egg in the nest of your chimney's hatching a beast With talon and wing it threatens to tear The skin from your mask while you sleep And all of the mantras you mindlessly parrot in vain Are said to a god that celebrates torture And secretly laughs at your pain. Advice when you're hearing those voices again The best place to hide is the jaws of a friend And once you're inside them You'll peek through their teeth And all their opinions become your beliefs.
3.
Now We've Seen the Dead The hourglass is dropping the trains are all stopping, you can't shield the sun from your eyes. The winters are colder, the moon so much older, tomorrow's bereft of surprise. Your paths are all crooked, your friends became wicked, The instant you unveiled their lies. Your crime while forgivable's never forgettable Long-dead your known alibis. "Move closer," the siren said to me, "The storms over, it's time to brave the sea." And linking arms blindly you leap to the water Clutching a rose in your teeth, The thorns of the flower puncture your gums, and the blood seeping summons the beast. Fix the serpent 'round the stone, Now we've seen the dead the fractals show. Of all the ghosts we've ever loved and known. “Hello,” you whisper, “is anybody there?” The guests are outside and there's no-place to hide in And no-one remembers your name. The days they seem darker, the nights so much longer, These people they all look the same. You haven't tried talking 'cos nobody's listening, and there's nothing worth knowing to say. And while you are walking these endlessly squawking birds Dance around your head unafraid. Smooth over the silence and the need, You've ignored the cure for your disease. Leaving the living to fend in the darkness seems the next logical step. The lovers, the killers, the fool and the sage have appointments that you've never kept. Fix the serpent 'round the stone Now we've seen the dead the fractals show. All the ghosts we've ever loved and known. “Hello,” you whisper, “is anybody there?” (You needn't try talking, 'cos nobody's listening) We want the simple life of fools, But now we've seen the dead.
4.
ThunderKryst I walked through the depths of the city The grime and the neon cleared and I saw your name in lights A yod a heh and a shin and a vau heh And you said you walked with me Through the blood the shit and tears that within there burns a Christ A simple truth eternal whispered. Free to live Free to run This shell just a transient vehicle For a fragment of the Sun. And so we outgrow the life for which we're conditioned Spirits free to stretch between the sea and sky commandments an heirloom shell of a slave race To extend beyond the shape of our limits A birthright coded deep into our DNA Spiral source of all and nothing. Free to live Free to run To move past the abject emptiness Of the robots we've become. Free to live Free to run This mask just a hollow testament to the beauty of the Sun. Amidst the silent voices roars a word Love Free to live Free to run An intergalactic experiment For a God to Flesh become.

about

Recorded and produced by Language of Shapes in an apartment in South Korea.

Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering.

Skull artwork by Sul Yubin.

"Some of the boldest and most innovative music we've heard in a long time." Diffuser 

“Lyrics that make you think that lyrics aren’t quite done yet. A song that makes you think that songs aren’t quite done yet.” A Pocket Full of Seeds

"Grand psych folk from South Korean based band Language of Shapes, a five piece that achieve a nice melding of the traditional and progressive across a wide arching set of songs." Bandcamp Hunter

“...it all leaves you with a spectacular song begging to go back and discover exactly why you fell in love with it.” Austin Town Hall

“Organic is an overused word at times, but in the case of Language of Shapes I feel it’s a perfect descriptor for these lovely souls. ThunderKryst EP is a perfect example of their organic and natural growth as artists. If it’s any indication as to what we have to look forward to in the future, then the future doesn’t look quite so bleak.”
JHubner 73

credits

released April 21, 2015

Tristram Burden - Vocals, mandolin, mandola, bouzouki, string triggered synth
J.E. Seuk - Vocals, mandolin
Patrick Mackay - Guitar
Courtland Miles - Bass
Bobby Goldberg - Djembe

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Language of Shapes Brighton, UK

Psych-fi Sci-folk

Formed in South Korea in 2010.

Tristram Burden - vocals, mandolin, other stringed things, French horn
J.E. Seuk - vocals, mandolin, flute
Patrick Mackay - guitar
Courtland Miles - bass
Bobby Goldberg - djembe

"Delightful, badass, and necessary." - Dirty Hippie Radio
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