The Cautious End of Things

by Makeshift Shelters

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released November 26, 2013

Ella Boissonnaul - vocals, synthesizer
Andrew Clark - guitar
Phil Edfors - bass, vocals
Paul Karcic - drums

Recorded by Pablo Cabrera at Quantum Studios in Annandale, Va
Mastered by Jon Markson

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Track Name: The Cautious End of Things
These rooms are so suffocating
the bricks that hold me up
are the bricks that cave me in
ghosts and fingers
memories linger
somebody please make them go away


Honestly, I’ve been picking apart
the reasons to not be
on a string anymore
I’ve been moving toward
the cautious end of things

your palpitations mirror mine
the bricks that you have molded
Crumble around your mind
you didn’t mean it
you only said it

Please be careful with the things you don’t understand

Honestly, I’ve been picking apart
the reasons to not be
on a string anymore
I’ve been moving toward
the cautious end of things

Honesty is sickening when you let yourself believe.
Track Name: Thin Yellow Line
It’s like everyone in this Dead City
keeps moving their feet
in perfect harmony.

Trudging their way
to different places
the same places

Just like clockwork
or the moon’s
passing phases

we live in boxes
cordoned off by
our own devices

It’s 6am
and this train
never goes as fast as I want it to.

blurry faces
losing grip
from holding onto what I
Should have let slip
Track Name: Overflowing
Something so personal you keep it quiet in your hometown
This room is overflowing so we keep our eyes cast down
The only promise I will keep involves some form of haunting

Break me
Break me

I’m Building walls around my mind
So keep your distance
if you keep from doing what you’re thinking
I will keep you in my plans
the only Promise you have kept was
Never meaning what you said


I’d rather be in my head
Then in your bed
if I carve deep enough
I can fade away entirely
All I wanted was to feel complete