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Songs to Scream at the Sun

by Have Heart

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1.
The Same Son 00:58
Sisters starving, brothers begging. Mothers mourning, fathers folding When I look in the mirror I see: A boy not a man The son of a father I refuse to understand The "brother" of a brother like a wound I neglect The coward of a sister with the world I forget The prodigal son, but I am yet to return From a siege where I take refuge but I want to watch burn Your lover, your companion, your champion, your friend Forever by your side but not in the end The fortunate son who dwells in the city, With the poorest of the poor, still, I ask for your pity And while there's a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets His godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets Yet, I still see the same son.
2.
Bostons 02:48
Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be. No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey. Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave, Too young to be a bird who forgot to sing, And a ground that never knew the knees Of a boy and his own tale of two cities. "Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his youth is a wound time won't mend. (Never the best of times) Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend At the thought of peace as something only lent. (Only the worst of mine) Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his son is another one who won't understand": The Irish temper, it's history's chains, And the bottle's stain that just won't wash away. But a seed was planted in the sod, Of nothingness from which you came, And flowers grew and roses bloomed To form this garden of a life you've made. And in this city you once knew as hell Is a garden where I enjoy myself. And in this father I hardly know Was a son who took back what the bottle stole So I could be the boy you couldn't be Have the father you didn't get to see Have the youth you did not get to live Or feel the love this world forgot to give. And for this gift I don't deserve to get I'll make damn sure I earn this. "O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't live here, they didn't die here In the Hyde Park years. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard When sons dragged out their fathers from bars. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here When no one hears. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here When little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears." There just aren't enough men like you.
3.
How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell? Because these four same faces In these overcrowded spaces Have me praying for the places That will leave me one minute to myself (Along with) The foreheads glued to window-panes The sore-backs from kitchen-wood floors And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van -- and yet I still want more? When there's a million more miles to roam, I think of the life left for me back home: A "paradise" to watch their "greener grass" grow, And all the time to be alone...? But two weeks home cripple me Because the trees don't pass And the lines don't move As the white walls collapse On my ramblin' boy blues that's howlin' Howlin' for that open road because No arms can hold No home can warm Like the gaze of the rays of a distant lost-highway sun. When there's a million more miles to roam, I think of the life left for me back home: A "paradise" to watch their "greener grass" grow, And all the time to feel alone. Pave paradise Put the keys in Turn the engine Let the big green van drive me from this city To anything but simplicity To anywhere from this city, To anything but simplicity.
4.
My girl, my girl, tell me why you look so sad... Has the sun finally set on us? Have you come to long for another's hand? There's a feeling inside me that somethings leaving. Like someone stealing salt from sea. Left me sinking and left me thinking how to keep you caged with me Because I need you like air to breathe Just to hold you. O' I hold you. O' how I hold you. I hold you down. Down with my insecurities Down with my hypocrisy Down with my pathetic pleas Down instead of setting you free To find your happiness with or without me. So untie your feat, reattach your wings So you don't have to open your throat to sing. Because if it's you I love, then from you... I'd walk away. And your face: On every leaf Of every branch Of every tree.
5.
Left with images of you pouring from my eyes: You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide. Just images, just images All that's left All that I can find. Like water From a cactus In the desert of my mind. Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. In a room that holds you Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell: No calls No mail No visitors for when you're in hell. Forced hellos Rushed goodbyes And best wishes for you in the meantime My face seen as often as God's Can let guilt have its way of owning you Like a dog. May to March March to May The days fall with the promises I make. Like water From a faucet Into the sink of your faith. Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. We always seem to fall with only words to hold We always seem to fall with only photos to hold We always seem to fall with only memories to hold We always seem to fall without family to hold.
6.
She's a song unsung She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp She's a song unsung And the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like The pills, the pills And the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick Cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in Can still bring the razor to the wrist The TV screens, the magazines Scream at you like the dogs of hell Advertising and advising you to be Anyone but your beautiful self Prince Charming never brought you flowers Just loveless lifetime alone No roses for you, just unlocked doors And the deafening silence of your phone So block your ears, close your eyes Remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the Boring, heartless Hollywood heard of lies that they call: Beautiful With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door, No heart to let you: The sun can take too long To end the endless night I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you When our hearts begin to scream: This life can feel too long But at night, you're dancing through the pain Even when you're the only one No rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies But rises with every morning's sun Alone She dances alone Alone -- so beautiful Alone -- her own romance: Alone -- Lady Lazarus' Life-Sustaining Dance
7.
The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin That leaves me in oceans of my soul Without a shore So alone So we'll hold Those barren bodies Bereft of any soul To get back what The "middle of the nights" stole: The forgetting feeling of feeling whole But the loneliness Of our togetherness Creates an empty nest For the emptiness Freezing in this chest So can you make me feel good? Make me feel complete? Help me return to a dream of love Worth more than Dirt and meat
8.
Reflections 01:13
9.
Hard bark on the family tree October leaves on Massachusetts' trees. A sight so fleetingly free Just how October leaves Just how October leaves Just how October leaves Me On fire with the maple trees, On my knees with these leaves on these Boston streets, Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole (One night), one fight, one family swallowed whole. Some things just fall apart Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. Some things just fall apart Some memories continue breaking this cold heart And some sons have a hard time Looking at things the same Looking in their father's eyes When both their heads hang in shame Highways home become oceans That I just can't swim And the rusty gates of Eden lock To never let me in. Let me in Oceans of emotions we've got to swim Well I open my eyes I can't see that family I can't see that home So I'll just keep them closed Outside the door with these open arms, With the warmth of the maple tree. If these trees can't replaces these scars Then let their leaves just bury me Let their leaves just bury me.
10.
The Same Sun 03:02
"Son, did you stare too long in front of that mirror? did it break when your conscience didn't get any clearer with the stomach you'll fill with all the food you eat and lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep outside your windowsill of the castle where you sleep? Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang? has your love and your hate started to feel the same? did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick, feeling as empty as a child's stomach? As alone and forsaken as you'd like to be there are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas while you wallow and wait in your tower of ivory your sister is starving, your brother is begging Your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding Unseen, unsung -- under the same sun Wake up, look up, there's a warmth up there a reminder of peace, a reason to care A reason to care Wake up, look up, that's something you share There's more to life than the boy in that mirror... Wake up, wake up, wake up." ...from the depths of this hell: where the free are slaves, no difference between the cowards and brave, where our love and hate have become the same, it's time that we "unbecame"... Where the ears are deaf, and tongues too dry where the arms don't hold, and seeing eyes go blind Where nothing is everything and everything is nothing: "Arise-my soul, and sing."

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released July 8, 2008

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