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White Rooms

by Graveyard Tapes

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1.
04:52
Same old painted faces change Same old words are gone Still it doesn’t hurt When this war is done Knives are drawn again Just like every day But you will be reborn With nothing left A nothing little victory Red moon in the night Bruises on your heart A pain that’s out of sight You raise me up In the dark Though the walls Are crumbling You raise me up Raise me up Stay within these walls my friend There the truest love Grenades inside my skull Falling from above You raise me up In the dark Though the walls Are crumbling You raise me up Raise me up In the dark Thought the walls Are crumbling You raise me up Raise me up
2.
05:50
On the edge of emptiness On the end of loneliness We admit we’re animals We admit we’re animals They won’t ask forgiveness, no Speaking through the fires, love They will raise us up They will raise us up In this room it’s freezing, Christ They won’t feel a thing no more They will raise us up They will raise us up Secret voices whisper words Stay the course of all the days They will raise us up They will raise us up Hell crawls through the window of Dead without a sound days fall The will raise us up They will raise us up The movement of one person kills The movement of us all They will raise us up They will raise us up Naked in the bright lights, love We can hardly breathe now They will give us up They will give us up For love On the edge of emptiness On the end of loneliness They won’t ask forgiveness They won’t ask forgiveness They will give us up They will give us up We admit we’re animals We admit we’re animals Naked in the bright lights They will give us up They will give us up They will give us up We admit we’re animals We admit we’re animals
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What they say is nothing We don’t mind this war Made a break, forgiveness We don’t see the lines no more This morning night was drowned in Cold, grey waves This morning night was drowned in Cold, grey waves. What they give’s too little Too late to save them all Terror in the darkness A quiet noise is born This morning lives were drowned in Cold, grey waves This morning lights went out in Cold, grey waves This morning night was drowned in Cold, grey waves This morning night was drowned in Cold, grey waves What they see is nothing Nothing left to see All the lifeless bodies Blood dissolves inside of me Find a new religion Help me stop this thing Could you kill? Forgive me I can do most anything
6.
04:28
And when they rise in the night time darling I will lay your hand in my hand But the wolves, will keep on swarming And the hands will keep on turning They breathe your name lord They breathe your name They breathe your name lord They breathe your name When the void is never ending Climb the stairs and keep on climbing With the lights and the sirens flashing They will run, to keep on climbing They breathe your name lord They breathe your name They breathe your name lord They breathe your name The soul illumination Are the words that they keep on chasing Are the friends that they keep on saving Is the hope that they keep on making From the roof of the highest building Scream my name but I’m never changing Light that fire but I’m never breaking Burn that cross but I’m never praying They breathe your name lord They breathe your name They breathe your name lord They breathe your name They breathe your name lord They breathe your name They breathe your name lord They breathe your name The Secret Voices of People It’s 98 degrees out Standing in the middle All the movement is gone Cut the long piece short and sleep The code of birth remains Standing in the middle All the movement is gone Cut the long piece short And say you can’t forget this And say you can’t forgive And say you don’t regret this What more is there to give? The living don’t arrive The dead they do not leave All the moments are gone Cut the long piece short and breathe Aged, decayed, eroded All I want is time All the moments are gone Cut the long piece short And say you can’t forget this And say you can’t forgive And say you don’t regret this What more is there to give?
7.
It’s 98 degrees out Standing in the middle All the movement is gone Cut the long piece short and sleep The code of birth remains Standing in the middle All the movement is gone Cut the long piece short And say you can’t forget this And say you can’t forgive And say you don’t regret this What more is there to give? The living don’t arrive The dead they do not leave All the moments are gone Cut the long piece short and breathe Aged, decayed, eroded All I want is time All the moments are gone Cut the long piece short And say you can’t forget this And say you can’t forgive And say you don’t regret this What more is there to give?
8.
04:38
For all their talk They can sleep or dream of somewhere better This rooms inscribed with words on walls The message is aggression Breathe it in or Bleed it out Got to take our chances The bodies yawn and stretch the light Eliminates the poison They wear their adult heads With little thought or conscience So vote for gentle light But we will lose all colour For all their talk They can sleep or dream of somewhere better It’s all these ruins Falling from the sky above. This is how my mind rotates This is how the words connect with their soul This is how the voice is heard This is how all these words find a home And by the way These moments are all equal size They will rise today But never see the morning light It’s all these ruins Falling from the sky above.
9.
04:31
The shadows of skyscrapers fall Music in the shadow of doubt Reminds me of each year reversed Tears without reason or doubt I want to walk You can sleep, you can sleep IN THESE WHITE ROOMS They will fall one day Like ships inside the sound of waves Like soldiers in the last of days My mind I shot to storms I want to die You can stay, you can stay IN THESE WHITE ROOMS The shadows of skyscrapers fall The shadows of skyscrapers fall My mind is shot to storms My mind is shut I want to leave You can breathe, you can breathe IN THESE WHITE ROOMS IN THESE WHITE ROOMS IN THESE WHITE ROOMS I’m on fire All I want is reason.

about

"It is its own thing, completely mesmerizing. Graveyard Tapes have found their true voice in 'White Rooms'." - Popmatters

"Influences such as Radiohead and Atlas Sound creep into the music, but Graveyard Tapes have their own unreachable crypt. It wakes from combat, ready for a new day." - Fluid Radio

"Once again pooling their considerable talents for an arresting set of experimental pop songs" - Honorable mention as "Album of the Month" - Textura

"8/10 Stars - An excellent work that marks this classic music." - Son of Marketing

"Tension between traditional melody and found sound based musical backing, which always threatens to open out into rock climax but, most satisfyingly, never does, is excellent." - Cyclic Defrost

"Everything seems to be exactly in the place that it’s supposed to be, and that sort of confidence that makes the music so rewarding. It’s highly recommended for fans of Amnesiac-era Radiohead, Atlas Sound, and Neon Golden-era The Notwist." - Perfect Midnight World

"Like a subdued and shadow hugging Battles" - Mark Loses Today

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Graveyard Tapes - 'White Rooms', the follow-up to their acclaimed debut. Edinburgh based duo Euan McMeeken (glacis, The Kays Lavelle) and Matthew Collings (Splintered Instruments, Sketches For Albinos) joined the Tribe in 2013 with 'Our Sound Is Our Wound'.

Only the simplest and most elegant of ideas offer this sort of combustive force. McMeeken builds the audio structures and Collings nearly tears them back down again. Of their debut, Textura lauded “McMeeken's heartfelt singing and piano playing and Collings’ electronic and guitar colourations,” while Incendiary Magazine declared the album “a rare blend of inquisitive dark pop.” The track “Bloodbridge” inspired and was featured in Matty Ross’s enigmatic short film.

Where 'Our Sound Is Our Wound' confronted heartbreak, solitude and death, White Rooms looks to progress, even repair, restore. Collings assumed the role of primary songwriter, and here the darkly lit, fully curtained spaces of their inaugural record serve not as a wake, but a wake-up call. As McMeeken writes, 'White Rooms' accepts "the difficult
but essential challenge of finding the incongruent beauty in loss and moving forward as people.” This way the curtains are thrown open, daylight floods in, the colors of the interior come into full view, and we realize that what is left is a blank canvas, ready for our paints.

Both Collings and McMeeken have long embraced collaboration in their solo careers, having worked with the likes of Ben Frost, Old Earth, and Dag Rosenqvist (Jasper TX). This time around they’ve given their collaborative natures ample room to breathe. Many tracks were improvised with Ben Chatwin, who records as Talvihorros, while the song “Flicker” finds omni-instrumentalist/ singer-songwriter William Ryan Fritch (Vieo Abiungo, Death Blues Ensemble) lending his cello.

'White Rooms' releases mere months after Collings delivered his stunning 2nd solo album 'Silence Is A Rhythm Too', further solidifying his position as one of the most innovative and exciting producers around. It’s an addictive combo when paired with the searing and iconic vocals of McMeeken. It is clear from the initial moments: this incarnation of Graveyard Tapes digs ever deeper.

credits

released November 4, 2014

Graveyard Tapes are Matthew Collings and Euan McMeeken
with additional performances by Ben Chatwin, William Ryan Fritch, and Brady Swan

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All songs written by M. Collings and E. McMeeken
Except tracks 2, 5, 6, 7, and 8 written by M. Collings, E. McMeeken and B.Chatwin
String arrangement on track 1 by WR. Fritch
Drums on track 2 performed by Brady Swan, recorded by Ben Frost and Paul Evans at Greenhouse Studios, Iceland
All lyrics by E. McMeeken
Recorded in various locations around Edinburgh, Scotland
Mixed by M. Collings
Mastered by Carl Saff
Art by Shawn Stephany
Layout by Daniel Murphy
Copyrighted by Lost Tribe Sound, LLC
Published by Settled Scores (ASCAP 2014)

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