Dust

by Deadlines

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Tapes available via What We Should Be Doing Records.

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released June 25, 2015

Recorded by Charlie Furness with the help of Justin Evans at the Atrium, Cardiff, March 2015. Mixed by Charlie Furness. Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering, Chicago. All songs written by Deadlines.

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Formed late 2013. Cardiff is for loverz

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Track Name: Grenoble
Mental pollution for the modern mind, a thousand ways to murder time. Life in a vacuum, we're hanging on a thread. Never had the guts to defy the party line. I couldn't point out where I live, they've sold off every inch. We look for community in shopping centres, scratch to cure the itch. No choice, stuffed into our mouths, swallow landfill by the pound. Manufactured necessity, where was our say in this?
Track Name: Habits & Mindsets
In the grand scheme of things maybe it wouldn't matter. It all lies in tomorrow and the highest cost is waiting. The same condescending guidance, we render ourselves exempt. They're not the ones to target. It never trickles down. I think you just couldn't face it. Somewhere along the line things have to retract. And if you could you'd still avoid it, these habits and mindsets are all far too convenient. The same condescending guidance. We render ourselves exempt. They're not the ones to target. It never trickles down. Somehow your favourite phrase only applies in certain contexts. This tabloid logic is better avoided. Wave the flag, ignore the figures. And if you could you'd still avoid it, these habits and mindsets are all far too convenient.
Track Name: Bottom
Beyond needs, our nature set in stone. Simplicity's not that hard to retrieve. Push forwards, past logic or reason. Past breaking point, we're accumulating. And so much is collecting dust. There's two ways to depict it. No principles, you ignore the source. Connect the dots. And from the bottom rung, the blur all looks the same. Who can you pin it on? You're stuck with a name. Searching for a leech, you're only getting colder. So much is collecting dust.
Track Name: Disconnected
papers piling up, shifting priorities. Decline involvement, you sat and watched it happen. Lay the foundations, you handed them the keys. Sweep a ward under the rug. We always tend to pin it on character, cause and effect. Paid to create pockets of a world you'd never choose to live in. Miles from the results. What a fucking mess. Cut to fill the gap. You have the luxury of inability to sympathise with anyone but those in your pockets. Try a day out, even a minute. This is far from representative. You're disconnected. Paid to create pockets of a world you'd never choose to live in. Miles from the results. What a fucking mess. Cut to fill the gap.
Track Name: Sink
You said keep it in the ground, no banners or protest chants. Embody what you stand against, stark self-opposition. And if I went back there I wouldn't recognize a thing, waiting for it to sink in. I'll cut all ties. There's an urgent need to contract. Marvel at this distance that we've come, glass towers line the concrete slums. Disaster strikes and we drive up sales, it's always the fucking same. And if I went back there I wouldn't recognize a thing. Waiting for it to sink in. There's no opportunities in drowning. Could you hold your breath for decades? If we can still stare it in the eye
and choose to ignore it we should have never crawled out of the mud. If all the signs point the same way, what the fuck are we waiting for? A stubborn breed, standing on the brink.