1. |
A Portrait Painted
02:51
|
|||
2. |
Origins
08:41
|
|||
3. |
In Magni Nominus Umbra
04:42
|
|||
|
We fell asleep to the hum of the engine, cradled in the arms of the machine. It spoke in riddles of a vengeful heaven, and left a taste on my tongue of rust and disappointment. I guess we’ve all embarrassed ourselves for a lifetime, and if this acid seeps deep enough it’ll be more like a dozen. I’ve grown tired of this graveyard we live in, this graveyard of broken glass and broken spirits. So I turn up the headphones and swim in delay, hiding in distorted waves. Soaking up the sea, drinking in the depths, just hoping to forget. Just hoping to forget I was born on land. No raft can save me now, I’m too far gone, this distance can’t be measured.
|
||||
4. |
Vagabond
02:58
|
|||
5. |
2011
03:55
|
|||
|
What is the metaphor that perfectly describes this feeling? Despite valiant effort, something still seems to be missing. That same feeling of failure pulses at a regular beat. The volume swells to a crescendo of our own defeat. The BPM metronome cuts through the dial tone, whispers over the radio: you left it all on the table in exchange for a wet dream. So we sleepwalk through the day. ‘Mark another one off on the calendar,’ says the timeclock, with a vicious grin that’ll consume everything and everyone. So we fight on, and dig our feet into worn-in grooves. We keep the lights on, another sleepless night left wondering.
|
||||
6. |
Anonymous
03:12
|
|||
7. |
Haunting
04:23
|
|||
|
What happened to this town? I don’t know these streets anymore. What are these memories? Could it be that they were just dreams? I knew the end all along, we live in a ghost town. Does it make your hair stand up? Does it make your blood run cold? All these unsure words from awkward tongues got the best of me, so I’m giving up on dying dreams. For every letter penned there’s another burned. I knew the end all along, and we were specters from birth, raised for this very day. Wings clipped never to fly again. So like a symphony of ghosts, we raise our bows, a crescendo to the snare drum’s tempo. Let the curtain fall on this tragedy, we’ll inhale our fair share of prophecy.
I know what happened to this town. It got swallowed up by memories and twisted into nightmares that you barely remember. But you swear the sky was never as grey, and you still remember the smell of the sunlight, and the sounds of the summer. Now all you can taste is the moonlight, and the chill of the winter.
|
||||
8. |
||||
9. |
||||
|
The kids know too much, and the rest petition ignorance. While I’m buried in rough drafts, and knee deep in pronouns, the rest would raise a glass to the end, take a bow and be content. But I can’t help but wonder, what if? What if the sounds from those basement walls, would echo out into the air, and come in perfectly clear, and run its fingers through your hair? And every chorus would fall right on cue, and every verse would have you tapping your feet, the melody follows the pulse of the beat, guiding your dreams while you sleep. The days just seem to fly by, we both know there’s never enough time. And although the odds are against us, we’re always trying to make mountains out of flat lands, singing true but to deaf ears. I’ve been running in place for years, searching for a place to call home.
|
||||
10. |
Blackout
03:13
|
|||
Scales in Antiquity Minneapolis, Minnesota
Scales in Antiquity is a solo music project of multi-instrumentalist Dan Morgan. Using modern audio recording technology, the result is a sound that is both fluid and rigid, organic and mechanical, and intense, dark, brooding, and optimistic all in one breath. ... more
Scales in Antiquity recommends:
This is the other band I play in, which is much more upbeat, guitar rock that you may enjoy!
go to albumIf you like Scales in Antiquity, you may also like:
An expanded version of 2021's soaring Christmas offering from Japanese rock titans MONO on limited-edition 10-inch vinyl.
go to album
Walking Cloud and Deep Red Sky, Flag Fluttered and the Sun Shined
by MONO
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 6, 2021
go to album
Mogwai return with a soundtrack to the upcoming film “Kin,” delivering moving songs with emotional gravitas.
go to album
Fueled by dreams and nightmares about the nuclear age, Scottish experimental rockers rework music recorded for a BBC documentary.
go to album
In a rare break from a mad touring schedule, ETE pen expansive post rock tracks dedicated to three friends.
go to album
