Brandtson
glutton for tragedy
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Hopes rise. desire.
Build something out of nothing.
Happiness in the distance.
Built this for you.
Only good intentions.
Feeling this in the distance.
Hours in the sun with sand stuck on my skin.
And when I'm finally done the waves come crashing in.
I don't mind the waiting though the days are like the sand.
Bottle caps and broken glass cut my feet again.
Watch it all fall down.
Rebuild from what's left.
It's not what I want.
It's what I get.
What I expect.
Yet there's nothing left
- Album:
- Hello Control
- Send Us A Signal
- Death And Taxes EP
- Trying To Figure Each Other Out (EP)
- Fallen Star Collection
- Letterbox
- Miscellaneous
- Dial In Sounds
- Non-Album Releases
- Hello, We Are the Militia Group
- ¡Policia!: A Tribute to the Police
- CMJ 130, March 2005
- Policia: A Tribute to the Police
- A Family Affair: With the Loving Sounds of the Four Good...