Colour in the Clouds

by Colour in the Clouds

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LazyDakota123 Great band, beaultiful lyrics that I can relate to, very emotional. I like their sound a lot. Favorite track: Dead Ground.
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Jake Friedrich Some of my best friends and some of the best musicians I've ever been able to play alongside and with. This album exceeded any expectations I had, and any expectations anyone else had. Favorite track: Seasons.
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Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Mark Troyer at Evergreen Sound
Written/Performed by Colour in the Clouds

Additional vocals on track 7 by Ethan Oviatt and track 8 by Kirstyn Johnson.

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released August 12, 2014

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Track Name: Dead Ground
It's that calm before a storm that scares me most. My body aches and cracks my skull like thunder as though this wind has braced itself for chaos, but my shaking hands just won't. How your eyes hold in the pain. Emptiness is caught in your throat and your hollow voice is just waiting to break with this dead ground. You say your sadness comes like the weather; It's always changing. It never lets you stay comfortable. Are you comfortable? If every raindrop were a dagger and every cloud a memory what's left? Right now, it's still calm. Right now, you're still here. The weight of your past won't come falling back on you if you don't let it. Hold that calm inside of your head. Keep your mind open. It's the colour in the clouds approaching that leaves me still searching for hope in what's broken.
Track Name: Set in Youth
Never have I felt so fucking empty. Void of any thought/any meaning. Dead. But, "broken" is a word that I have learned to put in place of "home" in place of "heart" instead of all the things you wished it meant.

So, what have I got to lose? To myself, I've still got everything to prove.
This is no fucking excuse to waste a life just set in youth.

Lately it's harder to breath - the idea seems too pointless to me. You tie the noose around my neck, I'll swing here and never choke my last breath.
The days that meant the most are now forgotten. Everyone changes, I just wish I did. I want to get past, forget what was said and be able to go back to sleep again.

"Over-dramatic," "fucking pathetic." This life is a cliché, I've grown to accept it. Just keep your mouth shut. Keep your eyes closed. You won't hurt them with what they don't know.
Track Name: ...Like Broken Glass
It'll move like the hands on a clock: crippled with regret, with bleeding knuckles, and calloused skin still gripping tight to every second, never letting me forget.

This cuts just like broken glass. Anxiety drowns us. So many sleepless nights. We don't dream much any more. I've seen the dreams of my father slip away. I've seen the scorn in my mother's eyes.

Don't we all love the way it feels when it makes us lose control? When alcohol consumes the mind and sorrow. (I can't put it down)

Well, here I go again. I'll re-live these childhood memories as a constant let down. Just a fucking burden. Don't leave me with the pain you thought a child could replace.

We all carry things in our hearts we won't bare.
Won't let it weigh us down.

Don't we all love the way it feels when it makes us lose control? When alcohol consumes the mind and sorrow. (I can't put it down)
Sometimes we have such heavy hearts. Sometimes they weigh us down. Will we be more than remains of a wasted life? (I can't see myself)

We'll waste our lives.
Track Name: Los Angeles
Clouds mixed with smog make a clever disguise. When this sun goes down will darkness mask this cities lies? It's hard to believe, but the darkness in my head is enough to swallow me.

We are parodies; statues of people once were and wish to be.
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake. This body's one of a million who refuse to fade away.

Laying still on a shattered green expanse, calling out to a hallow voice that gives no answer. But if my call was received I would be returned only a dismissal of my plea for a gentle reprieve. One true testament that would remind me that my sanity can remain intact at least for another day. The longer I wait, the further home seems from me. Even at only a few steps, I see a divide reminiscent of an ocean that endlessly beckons me in. My body takes hold of the Earth, constricting itself upon it’s new companion, asking to stay held close for an eternity. Thoughts overlap due to a clouding, a clouding of my own doing. But under all this scattered rambling is a pain that is more real than anything I've ever known. I just seek a constant comfort that’ll tie me down while my world throws me spinning. We all seek this warmth, some even spend their whole lives doing so. Clouded or not, my true compass points towards it, but I've still yet to find it.

For far too long this body, that I hate to see when I look into the mirror, well it's been living life backwards - trapped in glass and it's so unclear. Reality will stare back at us as we draw this future near. It looks us dead in the eye as we are, but we've only grown to fear.

We are parodies; statues of people once were.
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake. This body's one that you won't take from me.
Track Name: The Kids Don't Laugh Like They Used To
I wish I could say I'm sorry for the things that I have done, but I know the weight of those won't be carried by my voice. I never meant to hurt you; I never meant you harm. You're not the girl I thought you were. Well, I couldn't be all that you wanted. I don't believe in bad people; I believe in my mistakes. I believe in letting go.

Is this what love's supposed to look like or was it the fear of being alone that kept us in each other's arms? (Such stories have been told by me)
If this is what love's supposed to look like, I would rather die alone than live so helplessly (These things have gotten the best of me)

This one goes out to my mother, it goes out to my dad. You made me half of who I am. You're half of me I hate. Well, how fucking low of you to bury me in guilt those nights you left me by a phone when you were with someone else.

Half of who I was back then is half of who I hate. Now I can only hope that things will get better, this will go away. And these mistakes won't get the best of me, but they'll still haunt the days where I am forced to deal with these choices you made.

Half of everything I am - half of what I hate. Wishing this would go away. These mistakes won't make the best of me, but they'll still haunt the days where I am forced to deal with the choices you made.
Track Name: Seasons
You lie awake. Truth in your dreams. In summer's heat with sleepless exhaustion. Beneath these lies there's a sorrow in disguise. Beneath these lies there is more. The summer ends, fall comes again. The ground's dressed up in death and decay. Does your heart match the sky? Does it match an autumn's night? Are you blacking out your heart?

Do the changing of the seasons change something deep inside your heart? You only speak the truth in your dreams just so you can lie awake and fall apart.

The winter winds bite at my cheeks. The months roll by, days grow longer. Does your heart match the sky? Does it match a winter's night? Are you blacking our your heart?

Black me out. Let me fall from where you built me so strong from the start. I would rather die in this weather than fight the storm that's blacking out your heart.
Track Name: By The Wind (A Burial) (Feat. Ethan Oviatt of Southpaw)
I'm gunna go out when the snow melts and rake up all these leaves, so this wind won't scatter them with my habits/insecurities I will let dangle from my lips. Burn holes in the qualities, the best of me that will flicker and fade away.

What's left in the cracks of my skin when my voice is caught and carried by the wind?

Follow the direction of my breath because this winter gives me no fucking rest. It will be better at my back than when it fills my hollow chest, never to leave any words in tact.

Take this down, bury it there. Move the earth where no wind will follow. It's in the cracks of my skin and the words from my mouth will be silent, but I will stand tall.

Time will tell if death takes us away to paradise or the end of our lives.
Track Name: She's Making History Her Own (Feat. Kirstyn Johnson)
It pains me, I'll suffocate myself. Take my mind, my body despite it's failing health. As a burden, a let down this life is not what I'd hoped.

Was this love or the product of such convenient lies? And it went up in flames and smoke. These dreams - this hope of love, it died.
(Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all that I can see. We'll fall down and down and down and down again)

I know that this is all I wanted.

Was this love or the comfort in escaping loneliness? And how she cried, "Is this still enough? Are we still in love?"
(Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all that I can see. We'll fall down and down and down and down again)

I know that this is all I wanted. A house to live. A wife to make it home. Sons of mine, reflections of myself.

Was this love?

Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all that I can see

We'll fall down and down and down and down again.