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Welcome Home Armageddon!

by Funeral For A Friend

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1.
This Side Of Brightness 00:44
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2.
Old Hymns 02:32
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We're sinking, sinking into the stone We're drinking, drinking our way to hell. There's nothing we can do to save the skin on our backs again. So I'll just sit back and we’ll just pretend that it's all better. When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks. Stop thinking, start making sense. You're thinking, thinking what the fuck happened to me. You're working, working yourself into a mess. There's nothing you can do to save yourself from caving in. So I'll just sit back and we’ll just pretend that it's all better. When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks. Stop thinking, stop making sense (to me). I used to mean something to you, But now I'm tired and alone. I used to mean something to you, Locked out and left here in the cold. I used to mean something to you, But now I'm tired and alone. I used to mean something to you, Locked out and left here in the cold.
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Front Row Seats To The End Of The World 03:30
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You never feel it until it’s too late, You never see it coming, It hurts my head when you tell me that everything’s alright I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind Open your eyes and look outside It’s gonna fuck you up and leave an empty shell Dressing better is a bigger tell Your best lipstick for annihilation I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind Keep on closing, closing your eyes Keep on closing, closing your eyes Keep on closing, closing your eyes Keep on closing, closing your eyes I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind I write some words on a scrap of paper Tied it tightly round my little finger Can’t think of anything that would make it worth the fight Falling slowly with the little numbers Every time I feel like hating someone Can’t think of anyone that would make it worth the fight
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Sixteen 02:50
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Waltzing daydream serenade Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph Seems like we all want to be So very different but nothing changes Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one We all end up like magazines Crumpled up discarded, catalogued, forgotten Read the pages that are free Living something careless Just sixteen all over Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Beating hearts against a tide of one Cause we’re all alone We’re all alone Beating hearts against a tide of one Beating hearts against a tide Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Beating hearts against a tide of one We’re all alone We’re all alone Beating hearts against a tide of one GO!
5.
Aftertaste 03:37
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This is the everlasting. Still life from angry heads. For you to always let me down again. Cold blue in automation. Grave dancers on our beds. Breaking pieces of ourselves again. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come. This is our saddest day, the worst things yet to come, Screaming at the top of your lungs You were the one to take it. The new young residents, It’s not the centre of our universe. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come. For the end, drive me dead. For the end, drive me dead. Drive me dead. This is our saddest day, the worst things yet to come, Screaming at the top of your lungs. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end. And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door, Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.
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Spinning Over The Island 05:03
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It falls apart. Clockwork hearts, running out. Rusted needle in the vein. We all fall down We find our place, in circuitry We worship our gods, the TV screens. We substitute, our lives for another. It's kill or be killed, It's our nature. To give up control, It's our failure. Like young lovers planting seeds, It's anarchy, head down in shame. Seasons come and seasons go and We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. Around the crown, we all fall down Rusted people all in vain, corroding in the rain. A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you. Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything. It's kill or be killed, It's our nature. To give up control, It's our failure. Like young lovers planting seeds, It's anarchy, head down in shame. Seasons come and seasons go and We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. Never Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line, What's mine is yours and yours is mine. Race towards the finish line. And hope is something you have lost, The past is holding on and on. And hope is something you have lost, The past is holding on and on and on.
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Man Alive 02:49
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I’ve got a bone to pick with this So come on, just say it If there's a reason to be believed, Then no-one is hurt. The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. Man alive, but feeling dead inside, Day to day with the daily grind of Same old shit but different day. Waving at the opposition, Ending words with slight convictions. Spitting in the face of these petty situations. These situations. The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. Man alive, but feeling dead inside, Day to day with the daily grind of Same old shit but different day, Another habit ready to break. I'm gonna leave here with my head held high, There’s time enough for wasting if we want. Consider different ways of seeing the same old things We’re used to seeing now The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. Man alive, but feeling dead inside, Day to day with the daily grind of Same old shit but different day. Different day.
8.
Owls (Are Watching) 03:32
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Open windows above the sill, flowers bloom to make the air less chilled, Condescending statements of people in their cars, Waiting for the radio to save their lives, are you watching, Tell me are you watching, are you listening at all? If it’s better protected. The sights unseen, Dark skies surround you Whatever that means. And there's a light on and no-one’s home, Tell me did you leave the light on? There's a light on and no-one is home, Tell me did you leave the light on? Owls in the night skies watching us pass by, Like ships in the night, covered in silver light. Owls in the night skies watching us pass by, Like ships in the night, covered in silver light. Are they waiting to take it away from me? Eyes burn like matches and gasoline. And there's a light on and no-one's home, Tell me did you leave the light on? There's a light on and no-one is home, Tell me did you leave the light on? Owls in the night skies watching us pass by, Like ships in the night, covered in silver light. Owls in the night skies watching us pass by, Like ships in the night, covered in silver light. Owls in the night skies watching us pass by, Like ships in the night, covered in silver light. Waiting for the radio to save our lives, are you watching, Tell me are you watching, are you listening at all?
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Damned If You Do, Dead If You Don't 03:29
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Our lives are lived By loving disaster, ending disastrous love Forever obsessed by the essence of death We celebrate it So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes Damned if you do, dead if you don't it’s the age of youthfulness To cause or curse As if it spoke to claim them the light will guide us And our shepherd will guide our way through this propaganda So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes Damned if you do, dead if you don't it’s the age of youthfulness I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass Everything will pass, at least not for us So sing it loud Damned if you do dead if you don’t Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes Damned if you do, dead if you don't it’s the age of youthfulness
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Medicated 03:36
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I watch the snow fall on the streets, Dead hearts are waking up, up to see. The black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for another feeling, All these houses, no-one wants them. The photographs your father made back in ‘82, All the while we stand here watching, playing the fools. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for another feeling, All these houses, no-one wants them. Paper houses, cutting corners. All these houses, no-one wants them. Glorified spectators, Glorified. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for another feeling, All these houses, no-one wants them now. All these houses, no-one wants them now. Paper houses, cutting corners.
11.
Broken Foundation 03:29
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Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze Of broken dreams and broken promises. Scared of making a fucking difference, Could you answer me, and tell me the truth. Leaving this place so empty handed, Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. Leaving this place so empty handed, Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. Until it falls apart. Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete. Puncture my ribs, like something more With beaten bruised and drunken heart. Waking up at three am, waking up at three am, waking up to nothing. Leaving this place so empty handed, Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. Leaving this place so empty handed, Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. Until it falls apart Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete. Puncture my ribs, like something more. With beaten bruised and drunken heart. Coins across the floor, seasons burden me And make the emptiness complete. Broken foundation, buried underneath And a smile to make the emptiness complete. Puncture my ribs, like something more With beaten bruised and drunken heart. Broken foundation, With beaten, bruised and drunken heart. Broken foundation, With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.
12.
Welcome Home Armageddon 05:25
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See the world outside, beauty in the fire, Crimson gold it will unfold. We're all to blame for this, we're all to blame for this, Crimson gold it will unfold. Welcome home Armageddon, It's been long enough to miss you, I hope you’re doing well. We thought you’d never make it here on time, Oh well. See the warning signs, littered by bumper seats and shopping carts. Blank eyes are staring, blank eyes are staring Up at me, always killing me. Welcome home Armageddon, It's been long enough to miss you, I hope you’re doing well We thought you’d never make it here on time, Oh well. See you all in hell. All these mistakes that I have made, I made a promise that I know I couldn't keep at all. So I try and I try, To cover up every little lie I told. To cover up every little lie I told, To cover up every little lie I told. All these mistakes that I have made, That I have made. All these mistakes I have made, I made a promise that I know I couldn't keep at all. So I try and I try, To cover up every little lie I told. I told, every little lie I… All these mistakes I have made, I made a promise I know I couldn't keep at all. So I try and I try, To cover up every little lie I told. What I told, what I told, To cover up every little lie I told. Every little lie I told, Every little lie I told, Every little lie I told.

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released March 15, 2011

PRODUCED & MIXED BY: Romesh Dodangoda
ASSISTANT ENGINEER: Rob Thomas
MASTERED BY: Shawn Joseph
MASTERED BY: Alan Douches at West West Side
ARTWORK, ILLUSTRATIONS BY: Rianne Rowlands

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