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Snow Angels

by Echo Tongues

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recorded June 2019

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released July 19, 2019

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Track Name: March of the Trig
Been facing a lot of the disaster I wrote out
Chasing, distraught and a master of colds now
I bought myself a trigger just to envy the pull clout
I can’t believe I’m bigger than my emptiness knows now

Try to find a reason just to cut it out
Try to find my season just to run around
Bye to all my demons, they hide back and shout
Fuck you and your disaster, sir

You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving

Cut me open like a Taylor Swift greeting card
Blood is boiling from my subconscious fleeting hard
Death is trill but you can’t get back what you bought
I’m for real when I say the shit’s peeled and caught

The fishes cry for a new September
The humans cry for a fucking flavor
The earth weeps for earning profit, your god
No more prophets when the money buys what you want

You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving

The money’s fake as fuck
Cue disaster, you can’t shake what you want
You’re a master of stab and shake till stuck
Only master is burning at your guts

Cue disaster, you’re finding Forrest Gump
You’re a master of throwing out your haunts
I’m just plastering the walls with fiction lumps
I’ll erase you when I get what I want

You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving
You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving
I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving
Track Name: Wrecked
Cut down and bled out like a siamese wallet
I’m too far gone, I don’t think I can call it
This reality tortures me like a dead man
I’m too fucked for a fed plan

My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I’m lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can’t get myself to them

Over and over we call this disease
Wet the planet, get what you need
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining kills the creep

This is all that the tables have brought
I’m sort of on ice and I’m feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don’t want none
I’m in space like could you hand me a real gun

Cut down and bled out like a twisted juice
I’m on your lawn like a statued truce
This reality boils me like an egg
Your brain on drugs, this is what I saved

My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I’m lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can’t find myself again

Over and over we call this disease
War on the planet, give back the seeds
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining fills your sleep

This is all that the tables have brought
I’m sort of on ice and I’m feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don’t want none
I’m in space like I don’t really have fun
Track Name: Saturnine Blues
We’re over the moon
Clocked to zoom
Pieced out for luck
Not giving a fuck

We’re trapped on a limb
Fired out again
Caught like the mouse
Burn down your house

Slipped open now
Reach inside out

Cut my leg open
Peel out the bones
Serve them to the guests
All your home runs soft

Nice and distraught
Until you’re caught
Open your ways
Closed off in haze
Lucky you for days
Slaughter in your taste
Track Name: Trep Net
I know what’s real
My only seal is
Stuck inside my candlelight
Burning away

This torch of my soul
It’s grievances are full
And all I know is that my heart
Captures this old waste

And turns it to a paste
And rectifies the ways that the
tragic slice is bearing off of
Carbonated waste

This smothered life I live
That’s underneath my bridge
Picturing my paintings of a
Purifying gift

I gave myself into this past
Tragic under which old path?
Candlelight on witches blast
Salem underneath his wrath

Satan and a kissing pass
Written by the lifted crash
Snowy underneath his brass
Death inside a spiral path

Candlelight, unshaken nazz
What’s to tell me what is laughter
Seen inside a broken ember
Lost inside the giant slumber

This is what I put me under
Sleep until I wake asunder
Tragic spell I’m sleeping under
Locked away like spoiled lumber
Rotting underneath in slumber
Track Name: Utopia's Exit
In the world I faced my death with bare knuckles
Gripping my bones and shaking my soul
I gave up my energy force
But it took my being and stretched it out for a stroll

It whipped me like for 1000 nights
And taught me death was in control
I came back three hours later
Feeling like I’d just lost it all

My body breaks in two
Splitting up from you
Terror on my chain
Breaks away the pain

It’s misery to school me on myself
But it’s worse to face the paint
It’s drying all night long on my walls
But the windows are always the same

Knuckle back down to it
Can I come around through it
Buckle my town, shoe it
Get the fuck out of here

This body ain’t no temple
This body is a dumped road
Feeling like a simple
Positively tempo
Let me see that limp stroll

Every day is writ, though
It’s writ, yo
Every day is simple
Every day is death stroll
Every day I net more

God damn, I fucked my life
Fuck me and fuck my strife
God damn, I feel the curse
To cry would only make it worse

I can’t feel to cry anyway
I’m not down with being on display
I’ll give into nothing, hooray
Feed me to the fish today
Track Name: Never Again
This night is filled with creeps
They take everything you need
They mask it with serpentine
Their smiles are made of grease

They won’t get out of your head
They won’t strike until you’re dead
They’ll take what can’t be fed
And paste it above their beds

This night calls for
A bittersweet devour
That’s why they scour
Their lips run sour

They won’t get out of your head
They won’t strike until you’re dead
They’ll take what can’t be fed
And share it with all their friends

Cut your mask open
And expose yourself to them
That’s what they beg for

They won’t get out of your head
They won’t strike until you’re dead
They’ll take what can’t be shed
And wear it like you’re them
Track Name: The Snare
Can you get my body back?
I paid a lot for that
Can you get my ribs and back?
I paid a lot for that

This stroll I call my role
On this planet filled with soul
Take my eyes and take control
Take my mouth and speak it full

Can you get my body back?
I paid a sum for that
Can you get my teeth and rack?
I gave my soul for that
Track Name: Pit of Des Pairs
I look out on a sunny day
The wind shouts
Blows me away

I’m so light
I can’t feel my face
I’m so high
I can’t touch today
Without you

I can’t get you out of my head
And the feelings so cold
I can’t taste the lead
Without my tongue growing old
And ripped to shreds
When I try to let go
I’m left for dead

What’s real for me
Is never true for you
The deal it seems
Is I never lost my cool

I’ve lost and decided instead
That my luck has run cold
I can’t taste the lead
Without the pit of despair taking turns at my head
And they laugh when my skin calls out instead
I grow old

It’s time to say goodnight
I gave in for a ride
Track Name: Reasoning
In my heart I see the tenderness of my soul
I don’t know how to let go
This fire burns in me and aches for peace

Why do I have to cut my temples
Just to watch them bleed out on my sheets
I’m tired of talking
It’s time to leave this be

All together I felt my pull towards you
And I realized that there’s nothing I could do
I felt my story fall into dirt
Little pieces that cannot hurt

My hope is that you’ll love my smile one day
But I know there’s nothing based in fact
And I know that it’s hopeless wishing for that
I’ll take my turn on a Salvia spiral