1. |
It's Airborne!
05:57
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This is,
A famine of our senses
Our questions,
Answered with questions
But, it takes,
More than just answers,
To find...
Ask yourself,
Nothing’s the same,
So is there any point in changing?
Questions,
Answered with questions
It takes,
More just answers,
To find out,
The reasons why
Ask yourself,
Nothing’s the same,
So is there any point in changing?
A token truth
To cover a million lies
(Nothing can get us out of this)
Like an automated machine’s output,
Spewing out of position
Ask yourself,
Nothing’s the same,
So is there any point in changing?
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2. |
Rightinfrontofyou
05:17
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I hope that this is what you came for.
I hope you’re done so you can leave.
This isn’t what I had you down for.
An extension of what we’re trying to achieve.
I can carry you as far as you wanna go.
And drop you off where I want you to.
Don’t underestimate the word consequence
Don’t underestimate the word complacence
And don’t forget it.
It won’t be.
Forget it.
It could be, it should be.
I’d raise a toast to you,
But you’re not the reason we’re sat here.
Create an audience out of delusional puppeteers.
I’d raise a toast to you,
But you’re not the reason we’re sat here.
Introduce yourself, because it’s right in front of you.
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3. |
Minutes
04:17
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You break my neck to take what’s mine
And I break my back to tend what’s left
Infuriate myself again
Keep doing it over and over again
I’ve kept a level head
I think that’s the problem
Twist these roads until they break
Break apart at the seams
What else could I do?
I stand accused of all these things
Yeah, all these things I should’ve done
Lose a sense of myself again
Keep doing it over and over again
(Incessant, relentless, keep doing what I don’t)
Twist these roads until they break
Break apart at the seams
What else could I do?
Follow the light home
See if I could buy myself some time
Even if light could bend
I’d probably still do the…
I’d probably still do the same thing
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4. |
File Under Furnace
05:13
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I write my name on the line
Always confined to a line
I find it hard to define
When there's barely enough space to sign
And now the balance tips over
And now the balance tips over
And now the balance tips over
I find I’m losing control
Step away
From the red tape
Step away
I write my name on the line
Always confined to a line
I find it hard to define
When it’s a page at a time
And now the balance tips over
And now the balance tips over
And now the balance tips over
I find I’m losing control
Don’t put me
Don't put me
Don't put me on hold
Feels like I’m carrying your cross…
…to bear witness to your salvation
Step away
From the red tape
Step away
Feels like I’m carrying your cross…
…to bear witness to your salvation
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Panel Cardiff, UK
Panel are South Wales-based alt-rock/post-hardcore band. Initially active from 2000-07 but have since reunited in 2020 after
over 13 years in the wilderness.
They decided to celebrate their status as a newly reformed band by releasing their long-overdue ‘New/Old’ EP, which includes never-before-released songs recorded back in Sept 2006 in Nov 2020.
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