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Finale 801

by Miss Diandra Fog

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1.
Everywhere 03:24
I found a place where memory seldom retained what remains of these dawns in disgrace Lids lowered in shame I cannot face the cold Mourning the missing intent of the summers I'd sold West facing window The sun now will set over snow These houses used to speak to me Little snatches of lives fast asleep And I would always play Among treasures that they threw away Silhouetted trees Carry secrets that men cannot speak And I will always stay Among treasures that they threw away Spin me around I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll hit the ground The sting on my cheek I hang my head in scorn But I was born to savor and spit and resist I'm a guest I'm a storm These houses used to speak to me Little snatches of lives fast asleep And I would always play Among treasures that they threw away Silhouetted trees Carry secrets that men cannot speak And I will always stay Among treasures that they threw away Silhouetted trees Just don't mean what they once did to me But I will find my way Paved with treasures that men threw away
2.
Two Swords 03:46
I'm at the point where I've given up Working towards a quiet life was never quite enough And how I tried to redefined my rigid life These edges just won't smooth down Sandpaper's getting tired Can't help but wonder just what could have been With some guy I met at summer camp Wait, what my age again? I'm not for regret or disloyal thought But I've been meaning to remember what it feels like to want Eyes closed she digs her toes into the sand Far away from here I was the patron of a lost and tired land How my hands now grip two swords Steel always did remind me why I wake and fight and fade Far from these old fears I listen to the ocean breeze She whispers, 'Wake and find your feet' Spitting up retainer bits the years break into days I'm waiting for my imperfect teeth to fall back into place I had my doubt I had a few uncertainties Still I was pleased with my misplaces integrity Eyes closed she digs her toes into the sand Far away from here I was the patron of a lost and lively land How my hands now grip two swords Steel always did remind me why I wake and fight and fade Far from these old fears I listen to the ocean breeze She whispers, 'Wake and find your feet' Spitting up retainer bits the years break into days I'm waiting for my imperfect teeth to fall back into place
3.
60+/- 02:01
4.
11thish 02:28
5.
Maddening 05:09
Feet fall on the sidewalk I am full of intent And you could never know me like I know the cement I said, three, four, fire! I've got maddening desire My pockets full of rolling rampage, barely required Roll up my tights and sink my heels in damp ground But this is a town meant for settling down Whiskey on my breath I must confess I have left myself to lay down and rest I cannot lay down with the rest Why, oh why would excellence take me? Shredding leaves My hands won't stop shaking Why, oh why would excellence need me? Painting walls My hands won't stop bleeding Salty, calming silence I am holding my tongue Refusing to polish all the trophies I had one I said, four, five, slip I am loosing my grip My gravelly induction never could get its fix Why, oh why would excellence take me? Shredding leaves My hands won't stop shaking Why, oh why would excellence need me? Painting walls My hands won't stop bleeding Why, oh why would I even want it? Choking back the taste of fresh vomit This is my last snowstorm I would be so uninformed This is my last snowstorm I would be so weather worn This is my last snowstorm I would be so unadorned
6.
I spoke of ceremony Of wading and wandering off I wrote of petty affairs Of the dreams where I'd lose all my hair I broke the window I wait My severance was already late Old faces acting the same I hope to find that smaller piece of me that remains How they cried out to the waiting and welcoming cloud-textured sky I had know these people are mine This revelry is my home Old faces acting the same I hope to find that smaller piece of me that remains I spin myself into these loops of confusion I want what I've lost There is no solution I'd live in regret, but I'm loving redemption I will finally leave I will finally learn to forget

credits

released June 16, 2015

Diandra Ryan-Mas -
acoustic guitar, vocals, bass, charango, banjo

Laura Wolf -
mandolin (Two Swords, 11thish)

Taylor Lizardheart -
electric guitar (11thish)

Matthew Hansen -
rainstick (Everywhere), banjo (60+/-)

All music and lyrics written by Diandra Ryan-Mas, with collaborations by Laura Wolf (Two Swords) and Taylor Lizardheart (11thish).

Recorded by Diandra Ryan-Mas.
Mixed and mastered by Austin Ryan-Mas.

Album art by Stephanie Taylor.

Special thanks to Marissa Morton, David Foster Wallace, and George Miller, without whom this EP would have not been possible.

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