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Lamplighter

by On The Cinder

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1.
Lifeline (free) 03:20
What words could someone say? It’s personal, you hid it so well Oblivious, you were living in a shell Bending over backwards for the ones without a name Borderline comedian secretly living in pain So unexpected, Such a giving soul Dishing out so much of yourself must have taken its toll What words could someone say to change your mind? You left so many questions, no answers will we find Friends and family dressed in black to bare the pain you left behind What words could someone say? Casual, you were making your debut One night only, the last premier for you Smokes scorched down to the filter, anxious for what's to come Something else was on your mind with eyes setting like the sun Those kids will carry on Uphold your legacy We'll be screaming into microphones Til we succumb to entropy You can always find someone out there who will strike with the right tone In the backyard of a house show or someone over the phone Don't need an epiphany Don't need a miracle Do what it takes to get through the worst day you’ve ever known With words, words anyone can say
2.
Summit (free) 02:38
Lost the left foothold, lost the right Frostbitten hands left to grip, holding on for dear life A sudden fear soaked in existential dread Flashback to the life he once led A once confident smile worn away by the grind Legs driven by the hunger not to fall into line The altitude makes short work of these tired lungs The tank’s on empty and the radio has lost all connection Don't look back (don't break stride) not a tear (not a smile) Watching heroes, turned guideposts, their journeys undone Crested the clouds to the apex Planted the pennant, wrote our names in the snow Lost too many good men along the way I keep the memories deep in my pocket, head on a swivel, ear to ground I do my best to keep my word not to watch the world decay I hope somewhere you're watching, I hope somewhere you are watching The altitude makes short work of these tired lungs The tank is on empty and the radio has lost all connection Don't ever let them see you sweat, (Crack a smile), (check the box) and move onto the next one Sent a letter back to base camp, drenched in saline and alcohol "All the best, thanks again, I'll see you back next fall”
3.
She fought back! Eddie was an animal, a tool of the system No limits, no rules, no conscious at all He carved his path, pressed his will Salted the earth and left it to fail Sally always had a soft spot for the man A classic beauty with a sense of humor One day the animal was out on the prowl To take what he wanted but she wasn’t having it She fought back! Eddie never justified a thing, treated the world like it’s a fucking joke A product of his environment, a twisted man in a crooked time He cornered Sally when no one was watching Opened with charm but tried to close with force Punch to the face split Eddie’s lip He poked the bear but she had stirred the beast She fought back! Years later when she heard the bastard got what he deserved A wave of sorrow filled her heart and no one understood Pain ebbs and flows Nostalgic Distortion
4.
The Pits (free) 03:15
Pit feels light tonight, we’ve got a full room, but we’re not all here Something’s not right, can’t find the face I’ve known so many years Lost to the poison, sick on the fix Taken away with a needle prick How many friends will this plague claim? We’ve got our demons but we’re all the same Doctors, dealers, parents too Enablers, entrepreneurs For the pain or the fun, it’s the thing to do But once you’re hooked, there is no cure I don’t need a patch, I already wrote your name On the collar of my jacket with a chosen few When I remember him this burns inside my brain Don’t make us miss you, don’t make us miss you It’s a fucking disease! Didn’t deserve this nobody does, didn’t deserve this nobody does Sad you’re not the first and you won’t be the last We’d do anything just to get you back, we’d do anything just to get you back The time we shared went by too fast I don’t need a patch I already wrote your name On the collar of my jacket with a chosen few When I remember him this burns inside my brain Don’t make us miss you, don’t make us miss you
5.
#Anarchy (free) 02:05
If you’re reading this, I’m not sorry The feeling hits, your face turns ashen, the acid overflows When everything that you believed in is all just one big joke Elitist congregations of misfit toys and counterculture clothes We used to battle for the right to live, but now we just scream for dope Deaf and blind parasite What better way to fight the powers that be than dirty laundry and plastic forties? Fuck this, fuck that, a never ending stream Runs miles wide and inches deep You’re filled with hot air and its bursting at the seams Homelessness, like Godliness, is pure and simple Who am I to question the divine? So take advantage your companions will never abandon you Until our supplies run dry What better way to fight the powers that be than dirty laundry and plastic fortys? Still you don’t see the irony in “hashtag” anarchy? It’s not my problem, it’s not my fault
6.
Fat, Happy, Poor (free) 02:32
Whenever I go, let them pick me apart, take what they want, maybe save someone else Burn all the rest then divy me up, toast to my memory and drink to your health Why waste time making someone else rich? Plugged in a cube, forever condemned Bled dry to dust then swept away A lifelong dream cut off at the brain stem Paper circles from this punch card won’t fill an hourglass Whenever I go, let them pick me apart, take what they want, maybe save someone else Burn all the rest then divy me up, toast to my memory and drink to your health I was small but still a part of this world We’re so small but still a part of this world Premastication of the truth Propagate with no context Media spreads in a flight of ideas Competing for eyes, ignoring the minds Veritas is drowning, the well is flooding too fast I’d rather die fat, happy, poor Than surrender to security I’d rather die fat, happy, poor Than buy into every shrink wrapped idea of civility That’s not my policy Whenever I go, let them pick me apart
7.
Writhe (free) 01:55
Waiting for my heavy eyes to close Ruminating thoughts can’t be stopped Failures flash on the ceiling Moments of time I won’t get back I’ll lay here struggling with demons on my back and wolves at my window Writhe, writhe Can’t stay awake Writhe, writhe Too tired to sleep I’m trying so hard just to give in Teeth and nails rip my skin Taken by the writhe Waiting for my heavy eyes to close But my heart is pounding in ears A shaking fever sears my skin Can I breathe? What’s wrong with me? I’ll thrash against this slab like the devil in a church Convulsing at the altar Writhe, writhe Can’t stay awake Writhe, writhe Too tired to sleep I’m trying so hard just to give in Teeth and nails rip my skin Taken by the writhe
8.
Punk Kid (free) 02:54
My grandmother told me that everyone who loves you gets their own piece of you An imperfect shard, a shred of your soul, carved out but not cut from the sinew This bond connects, it leaves something there, and freezes all we’ve been through But the choices I’ve made Abandoned so much that my memories fade I’m not good with fragile things, and I’m bad when I’m alone You know the things I don’t and now I’m trying to make a difference Just another fucking punk kid Scraping by for relevance It’s been too long since one of those nights staying up til every truth is spilled I know every missed call hurts the only one who gets what I’m trying to build Still every lush needs their own hot mess to help keep their glass half filled But the more that I drink The less I forget and my confidence shrinks I’m not good with fragile things and I’m bad when I’m alone You do the things I can’t so please forgive me Just another fucking punk kid Scraping by
9.
While Supplies Last (free) 01:58
Eat me, Drink me, Love me, Bless you Put bread in the basket Eat me, Drink me, Love me, Fuck you From the bowl to the casket Nothing to receive playing make believe So much reading material Plagiarized but hating different people Calisthenics and spooky language Turn out pockets, buy a bigger steeple Eat me, Drink me, Love me, Bless you Put bread in the basket Eat me, Drink me, Love me, Fuck you From the bowl to the casket Playing make believe, nothing to receive With a stellar marketing pitch and a product so in demand the children come to the feast where the food erodes like sand The flock invest in their salvation, buying into divine plans while the shepherds get rich selling faith like a brand
10.
The Block (free) 02:37
Teetering on the fringe of film-grade apocalypse Pour me another around and we’ll drink ‘til we forget The inhumanity, “what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is mine too” Survival of the most fortunate -- The privileged few Hang me up… Under the street light Paycheck to paycheck On the side of the freeway And back to the block Removed my broken body from this caste Never again will I take a risk This game is rigged to stifle forward progress Our hero clad in green (decorated) Uncontended in the trenches Dodging bullets through the maelstrom Toe the line in the offensive Now the empty bottle is my only motivation But my shopping cart is almost full and it’s time for medication I stood on the rooftop waiting for daylight, but it never shown through I tried to pick myself up by the bootstraps, but I’ve worn out all my shoes Digging holes in the desert to find the insight that I may never learn Neatly engraved above my head reads “fuck all, let it burn”
11.
Lamplighter (free) 02:51
I won’t give up on you, I won’t give up on you My friend, it’s been too long. I seems like yesterday we just met But something’s different now. A face shrouded in disappointment I can see it in your tired eyes I can feel it in your trembling hands All you ever wanted was to light the way The rules all changed since you began I won’t give up on you if you don’t quit on me A life unsupported left your hopes contorted This is not what you set out to be I won’t give up on you just don’t give up on me Overwhelmed Searching for a beacon in the dark Bystander effect invasion Samaritans are few and far between Let’s overcome this veil of apathy The cog doesn’t see the whole machine All you ever wanted was to light the way The rules all changed since you began Reach out your arm and grab onto my hand This is not what you came for it’s not how it ends Searching for a beacon, something to believe I won’t give up on, just don’t give up on me

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released September 16, 2019

Recorded / Mixed / Mastered at Rotten Metal Recordings and Flower House Studios by Joe Leising

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On The Cinder is a three piece Punk Rock band established in 2013 out of Buffalo, NY.

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