Dark Love // Empty Heart

by Medicine Man

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Recorded in April 2013 at Dead Air Studios in Leverett, Massachusetts. Engineering/mixing by Will Killingsworth.



released April 27, 2013

Our corporeal form on this record:
Tyson Luneau - guitar/vocals/drums
Kane Gelaznik - guitar/vocals
David Vickery - bass



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Track Name: Turned To Dust
My shoulders, they're aching from a conscience forsaken.
And I still can't sleep at night, wondering how to make things right.
I'd beat my head against a wall if it could help me find any peace at all.
I looked to you for a way out of an endless cycle of hating myself.
These leaves are changing, my heart is failing.
And I'm stuck in one place, my eternal wasteland.
I was born to be alone without a place to call a home.
And I feel sick thinking I could drag someone into this.
Track Name: Leave Home
"Nothing ever feels right," I said to myself every night.
(Nothing feels right, get me out of this).
What's the point in holding onto a town with nothing for you?
Pack your bags and leave home if you can only feel alone.
But just don't expect it to change everything about you.
I'm giving up on this life, four years fell by the wayside.
Track Name: Amnesia
I've been scratching out old notebooks and erasing faces.
It's not that I want to, I'm losing sleep over this stasis.
Track Name: In These Chains
"This storm too will pass," she said. "The sun, it will rise once again."
But how could this be the case when these floorboards are a familiar place.
How much longer can I convince myself not to seek an end to this hell.
These walls are like a prison, your hands, the shackles in which I'm bound.
Is this my purgatory, a life devoid of glory?
Don't wake me up. I've grown restless with promises.
Your room is like a prison, these memories in which my dreams died.
I'm sick of the bright side, I'm happy that you died.