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Checks and Balances
03:39
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When I can’t see through it, I’m told that it’s trusted. I’m toothless, uncompleted, I’m compelled to reason. Joke’s on you, you’re not credible, it feels alright if you need some time. Because it just descends like I must to be true. I did not have enough impulses - they drain me. As we numb, you tell more, hiding nothing - now losing. I can’t hide what I want: to frame you and to own you. Sometimes I’d criticise that there’s nothing left to give away and it feels like I’m colluding with a stranger and that’s all there is. Sometimes I would escape myself and know that I could not return. Well it’s happening now with you and with this distance that’s all there is. That’s all there is.
Something gets checked and something gets balanced. I stop to remember who’s lost on the way. I forgot that no one else was standing still: I will leave whenever I like.
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Counting Down
04:09
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Don’t give a voice to those fateless wonders, let’s consider leaving them behind. Don’t give a face to those loveless strangers and try to block them out of your mind. A mind that wonders like country lanes is spent in these city squares. Letting go of your instructions, so obsolete in this modern freefall. Why don’t I give it away? Where’s the peace in my construction? No you don’t deserve me, well that’s what she said. So I’m counting down with this excuse, in these nothing days I misbehave.
And all this time we felt so lost. I paid my time you paid the cost. For all those moments we encounter loss: we will know when our paths cross.
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The Seeds
03:50
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Where did you get that confidence from? I’ve been thinking about who I missed out on. Where did you get that confidence from? I couldn’t wait any longer for you. Where did you find your aspirations? I first saw mine in a bottomless ocean. How could I linger with you for so long? I wish you’d regret what you’d rejected. Does my work inspire what I want? If you look hard your answer’s in the fountain. Have I remained a stranger to difference? You’re nothing short of replication. And I thought we’d have outgrown our intimidation. What’s a quiver to them is a smile to me. And I thought we’d have outgrown our atomism. What’s a moment with you when I could be with her? I don’t need to escape the truth, trusting something this artificial. If it’s not the fluid entering my system, it’s you. It’s you.
So I’m going to wait here for you to return to loyalty, I dismiss my convictions. It seems shoots don’t appear where I placed the seeds: they don’t belong to me.
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Marching Squares
04:03
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You lost control again - I heard it in the sunlight. I'll measure my frustration when I can pin it down behind a glass wall. Yes I can see it now. I wanted you to fall out. I wanted you to come back for me. I made so many choices and I thought that they were working out. I got help from my strangers and they grew so impatient.
I lost control with all this change. I’m in the same city with a different name. Like marching squares you broke me down: I’ll fall apart until I’m found.
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Hammer and Nail
04:31
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I call on my friends, they know it's the end of all we've been through. Just one more push, fear falls apart when we hit the ground. The paradigm’s changed: I used to know my fears but now I have no idea. I walked so far that night, from I don’t know what. I’d stay if I knew. A grenade in the trenches of our closest friendships: fragmented but not forgotten, we lay a wreath every year. Yes it’s too easy to be cynical, sometimes we couldn’t dare. I wouldn’t blame that side of you - the half you wouldn’t share.
Nothing lost, nothing gained. I don’t feel as if I’ve changed. Pay some attention to us over time, it’s too easy to play that game. I told myself to be cynical, it doesn’t work. it doesn’t work. Between concrete walls, amongst concrete hearts - you’re a hammer I’m a nail. I assume you tend to fear the worst in me: let me feel your shame. I call to assure - despite all these flaws - everything has changed.
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Atakarma UK
Atakarma is an indie/alternative four-piece from the UK with a memorable mix of Strokes-esque riffs and Clash-like
soul.
Lyrically, Atakarma aspires to deconstruct their listeners' personal struggles and resonate with their ambitions, acknowledged by Stephen Morris for the BBC: "there is something about the lyrics and the momentousness of the music that acts as a release".
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Our bassist´s brother´s band´s debut album. Energetic pop-punk, one of our favourite live bands. Like our song "Checks and Balances"? This is for you. Check out "Amsterdam".
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Punchy-yet-melodic addictive punk rock. If you like our heavier songs such as "Marching Squares" or "Punch Drunk", then you´ll love this record.
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