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Not Dead Yet
03:31
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The only clear view is from atop a mountain of your dead selves
You take the time, take the time, take the time
Take the time, take the time, take the time, then you wait
The china is rotting in the cabinet
Your apathy's moaning as you fatten it
Spent too long wishing ourselves down the well now we're there
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes it's a nice thought
Bloody maple leaf has grown far and wide from the concrete
Your land is my land, my land
My land, mine, mine, mine, mine, sign and cheer
Never done a good thing in my life
Never done a bad thing in my life
Spent all my allowance on some sadness and now I'm here
And I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
No, I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
I'm not dead, not dead, not dead
I'm not dead, not dead, not dead
But I can't notice the difference
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
No, I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes I wanna be
I'm not dead yet
But sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I'm never thinking clearly
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Epitaph for Redemption
00:41
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Hallowed and horn-shoed and hiding and hailing and hoarse
Climbing blue mountains but billboards all lead you off course
Reeling and rusting and relicked and remade and rung
Songless are sinners for prophet forgot what he sung
Do you know yesterday?
You're living on it
Tomorrow?
You're breathing on it
Sell all your sad sacks and buy yourself a gun
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Blood Stained Teeth
03:30
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I make a dying
Outliving the dead
I ride off tomorrow
From what yesterday said
Open casket
Of this hungry Earth
I'm still standing
Cause my heels can't hurt
Used to be enough
Now enough can't ever be
But I'll be holding on
By my blood stained teeth
Grieve for the fallen
Young salt bleached hope
Never asked a question
Before they met their rope
Far far away
Where the soil takes the sun
I'll live a bastard
And die a son of a gun
Used to save this soul
Now you can have it on me
Cause I'm whispering nothing
Through my blood stained teeth
I'm still standing
I'll be a son of a gun
With my blood stained teeth
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Epitaph for Rebirth
00:40
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Who's in my moonlight sucking up all of my dark?
I don't know this face in the mirror, someone buried me on a lark
Climbed so high atop of myself yet it's nothing but a dry run
Who's in my moonlight making me walk in the sun?
Do you want to make Satan cry?
Tell him all of your dreams
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Mental myths and urban legends
I woke up in the dead of the night
Mental myths and urban legends
I had to adjust to new sight
Mental myths and urban legends
I looked at my window
Cause there was something calling me
And I just had to know
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
I went out walking towards the woods
Mental myths and urban legends
Just cause I thought I could
Mental myths and urban legends
I felt the trees brush past my skin
And I could feel something watching me, watching me
Just waiting within
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
I felt my fingernails grow long
And as my teeth grew raw
My skin began to feel wrong
Mental myths and urban legends
I felt my self split in twain
And as I gazed up to the night
I felt myself start again
Mental myths and urban legends
Blood poured from my wrists
And as I felt the weight grow thick in my limbs
And I dragged my feet across the forest floor
Like I'd never done before
As the eyes all came out from the dark
I felt home, I felt home
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
I felt home
Three daggers in my spine
And I can't tell which one was mine
Six daggers caught in my throat
And I don't know which one I wrote
Nine swords hang me out to dry
And I ask the sky "Why?"
And then I come to realize
There's nothing left to fear
There's nothing left to fear
There's nothing that I fear
There is nothing that I fear
Mental myths and urban legends
Mental myths and urban legends
There is always something waiting
Just waiting outside
I am always waiting
Just waiting outside
There is always something waiting
Just waiting outside
And I am always waiting
Just waiting outside
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Epitaph for Remembrance
00:37
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Remember
Forget
Remember
Forget
Remember
Remember me
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Limbo
04:26
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Don't be scared
Of the dark
Follow the trees
There's always home
Mute the song
Of the lark
Know thyself and
Let thyself be known
And it has been so long since I saw you
And it has been so long since I was seen
And I've been lost among the willows
But I know, I know what's been is not what will be
Limbo
Fire hollow
With false teeth
Speaks so kindly
But burns the same
Keep thyself warm
On the cramped wire
For hollow fire
Will destroy your name
And we've been scared behind our branches
And we can't see the forest for the trees
And we can't go back to what we once knew
Cause I know, I know what's been is not what will be
Yeah I know, I know what's been is not what will be
Yeah I know, I know what's been is not what will be
Limbo
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Brandon Voyeur Halifax, Nova Scotia
Art rock, theatre consumed by electricity, something absurd.
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