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Urban Prairie

by No More Parachutes

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1.
we are the monuments to childhood cataclysms diminishing distance disrupting revision and holding back the tears so they can linger always never to dry away better off unclaimed better the cheeks unstained so now your avatar begins to show its wear and you must leave behind the burdens you can’t bear nearer the tigers creep closer to desolation don’t force a happy ending from bad information it won’t increase your station we’ve got the cure for your halo come see if it’s worth it in the end the low October sun is always hanging ‘round desperately clinging to scraps of summer look how it stares at us “why don’t you take a picture?” let’s take this good time down underground where shadows can’t be found [chorus] glass houses crystal gardens crushed to dust no one there to guard them don’t act so confused you knew this could happen to you I tried to be what you want me to be but you’ll never catch me now
2.
Try walking backwards to see where you’ve been Said that it’s wrong but you did it again Here’s the part where blame comes in, my friend Speak up if you see something ain’t right Or smash all the mirrors and shut off the lights, it’s fine I don’t mind Sold me down the river But luckily, I learned how to swim Dust on the raindrops cobwebs in the sky Hurry the quicksand is starting to dry By the way, can I catch a ride? The seeking is what you never could find Digging through treasure while going blind It’s a shame to see. A shame it wasn’t me But I don’t mind Sold me down the river But luckily, I learned how to swim Sold the stones and the silt and dirt And then you found rock bottom
3.
Look at me I’m a rock and roll star I’m an abject failure Look at me I’m a pop culture icon of the trashes and the sewers Humility He’s my best friend forever don’t you worry baby So long to my show business days it’s been a long time coming so long to those broadway plays that I never even wrote Too young for retirement age but I don’t give a damn god damn what a terrible shame about my future Therapy comes in four gauge sizes E, A, D, G Neurotic vibes it’s the ocean that I swim in every waking hour So long to my show business days it’s been a long time coming so long to those broadway plays that I never even wrote Too young for retirement age but I don’t give a damn god damn what a terrible shame about my future
4.
Robin's Song 04:17
In the channels in between slapdash social balancing Your touch lingered, I was stirred. It must have slipped my mind to turn away Beginning to entertain that all love’s lies are not in vain I’m so quick to call out “mockery!” Whistleblower to every crooked scheme It takes its toll on me I ask the Robin, “what’s the song for tomorrow?” “Keep on repeating, so I can start to follow.” Right at home in walls of stone until you crept into my bones Hair was dampened by the rain, the memories are all ingrained Like a chill cutting through, another midnight welcomes the thought of you It’s been so long I hardly remember this particular anxious energy It’s getting hold of me I ask the Robin, “what’s the song for tomorrow?” “Keep on repeating, so I can start to follow.” In the channels in between slapdash social balancing could it be there’s room for things? Like you maybe might prefer me
5.
I adorn myself in strange ways stare at the computer screen for hours slip into a coma in my bed every window I know is closed Crack apart and spend some time alone feel a rush of blood and get on the phone harbor a grudge inside this urgency get me off the line, it’s an emergency Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise Swallow up the emptiness Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise May it echo on at least a couple beats May it fill the air around these silent streets Suburban home, you have no place for me I don’t need your superficial domesticity we’re all the same now, that’s what I fear don’t try and change my mind, I’m stubborn here Sentenced to solitary confinement more like agoraphobic refinement I’ve got my doctor, I’ve got my nurse Gotta say I feel just like Patty Hearst Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise Swallow up the emptiness Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise Just writing protest songs About the way we’ve been living If I could make commonplace feel new Traffic patterns changed and so did you Backsliding is all I meant to do Backsliding, it’s what we’re meant to do Was I floating up, or was I sinking down I’m sure we met on middle ground Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise Swallow up the emptiness Meet me in the silence For now I’ll make some protest noise
6.
Let’s forget about yesterday And find a new tomorrow like it’s broken and cindered How’s the baby how’s the job how’s the family getting along? Fresh water in my hands falling down I can see us in the cracks up above through the floorboards How’s the food how’s my daughter guess we’ll take it just a little bit further You supply the knife I’ll supply the blood Take your time I’m still hanging by my lifeline Maybe I will find my killer tonight I’ll have to comprehend this trail of my own blood Maybe better going home nice sweater think we’re getting somewhere When we’re taking long walks in the sky I just die when you laugh and this craft is our beacon big hands 4 times squeeze tight leave the light on tonight You supply the knife I’ll supply the blood Take your time I’m still hanging by my lifeline
7.
Struck like a white light. A match, a flame ignites the jailbreak of a thought so plain that we never saw it hiding in the inkblot where it lay where it lay, on a whim. I would have never suspected it Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind Raised the stakes when you made those claims. A “truth” all set to be ordained But like orphaned socks and impossibly tangled knots You can’t stop interference from breeding in the dark In the dark, on a whim. I don’t think he suspected it Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind And all this time seemed so sublime. A darkness deep, most comforting. Go sleep it off. Reset it. If I saw him on this day I wrote down every word I’d say but it would come ten years too late I spent too long hanging out among the trees, too long drifting out along the breeze Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind And all this time seemed so sublime.
8.
Radio's on television talking with a hat Branches are walking towards castle walls Feeling small Leaves inside the fortress feel the presence of them all But the King forbids the brothers from reuniting he makes the call Stop the killing makes no sense Falling all over each other Robbing the lives of our brothers But you do what you can fifteen days into the future as far as I could see Things were going to be very much different for me Stop the killing makes no sense Falling all over each other Robbing the lives of our brothers but you do what you can I think my mind is made I’m free as what I say I will never win Im playing games that I will never play
9.
Lake Oswego 03:06
Where I-5 meets 217 I make my way I live and breathe I laugh and smile, I kick and scream where I5 meets 217 In Tigard: “A place to call home” But past your garish gilded gates you watch with scorn my every day You spit on me, it dries away like your precious fucking gated lake will someday Lake Oswego? How ‘bout we not go to Lake Oswego Take me back to my city. I can’t stand another day I see how you maintain your pose by pulling up the roots of those lucky enough to be exposed to trust accounts and credit growth you catch them sleeping in their sunday best But when it all comes crashing down I’ll be standing on higher ground in my safe haven that I found it’s where I’m from it’s my hometown of Tigard C’mon try it out Now we’re gaining steam. Bursting at the seams Where I5 meets 217 Take me back to my city. I can’t stand another day Luxury cars and fading high school stars. No I won’t join your clique
10.

credits

released May 20, 2016

Recorded by Grimmpop audio fall/winter 2015.
Mixed and mastered by Jeanot Rolland-Lewis.
Keyboards by Andrew Parker Peterson.

No More Parachutes is:
Adam Shumaker - Bass/Vocals
Jeff Smith - Guitar/Vocals
Dusty Grimm - Drums/Vocals

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No More Parachutes Portland, Oregon

Nominated by The Deli Magazine as "A Favorite Emerging Portland Artist of 2012."

"No More Parachutes are conduits of an explosive energy. Through their punk-infused rock anthems the trio showcase a driven kineticism balanced by dynamic arrangements and a youthful nostalgia." - Benjamin Toledo, DELI MAGAZINE ... more

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