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Fall In

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by Dead Heart Bloom

 

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Is This The Way? 05:07
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Come Back 04:44
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Nothing Will Break Me Now 04:11
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Our Last Martyr 04:48
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Here We Are 03:58
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The first in a series of three 2008 Dead Heart Bloom EP releases. Each EP in the series explores a different musical style: Fall In (dream pop); Oh Mercy (rock); and In Chains (ambient folk).
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released 01 June 2008
Written, recorded, and produced by Dead Heart Bloom. Mastered by John Rivers at Woddbine Street Studios, Leamington Spa, UK. Cover design by Frank + Victor, Austin, TX.

Boris Skalsky (vocals, keys, guitars, bass)
Paul Wood (guitars, keys)
Nathan Goheen (bass)
John Hadfield (drums)
Kiku Enomoto (violin)
Earl Maneein (violin)
Yyuiko Kamakari (viola)
Rubin Kodheli (cello)
Natacha Diels (flute)
Ben Baron (clarinet)
Nathan Botts (trumpet)
Matt Marks (french horn)
Michael Lormand (trombone)
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Track Name: Is This The Way?
You’re so surprised that you notice her form,
a silhouette of beauty at the cafe door.
You picked the wrong night to talk to a girl,
the boulevard is trying hard to be heard.
She pressed the vein that leads straight through the heart,
the only road that will stop where it starts.
Is this the way that the good world will end?—
a waitress kissing your hand with her breath saying,
“Bye bye. . .”
Track Name: Come Back
told a lie on a sullen afternoon
that our time would come us someday soon
but they don’t care what you’ve done
even after all you’ve done
told a lie and this is what I’m going to do:

come back like the rising of a moon
talk back like the sighing of a fool—
and he can’t act who never could act
who can’t tell lies from the truth

told a lie on a sullen afternoon
that I was fine with the passing of our youth
but they don’t care what you’ve done
until you’re dead and gone
told a lie and this is what I’m going to do:

come back like the rising of a moon
talk back like the singing of a loon
come back like the rising of a moon
fight back like the dying of a bloom—
he can’t act who never could act
who can’t tell lies from the truth
Track Name: Nothing Will Break Me Now
You and I will be friends, at least for tonight.
Open up your arms to let in the moonlight.

Oh, babe, the bright lights of love will fade out,
but you will remain my first heartbreak.

You and I will be friends until the end.
Open up the door to go—
if you must go.

No. Wait.
Don’t let the tears of heartache tear us apart,
make this the last heartbreak.

I will open your arms and fall in.
They’ll do no harm me now
nothing can bend or break me down.

Open your arms.

Nothing will break me now.
Track Name: Our Last Martyr
It was night. Don’t ask me how. We’d been high since it was morning. Guess that was
why doing nothing much at all was such a quarrel to decide.

It was the night of your mourning.
You arrived our last martyr.
You were right, but I forgot now just what you were dying for.

Yes, I’d forgotten how you’d been wronged and I’d been had. Guess our illusions are all
we have of keeping ourselves self-assured.

It was the night of your mourning.
You arrived our last martyr.
You were right, but I forgot now just what you were dying for.

Nothing’s so sad
as knowing what you had,
then razing it right back
to climb the walls of a ruin.
Track Name: Here We Are
Well, here we are.
It’s 3am and we’re still waiting for the sun
and talking like old friends who’ve lost the war
but still alive to fight again.

Well, here we are.
It’s 4am and all the beggars have moved on,
but we’re still waiting here with open palms
for some kind soul to throw us alms.

There’s a music yet to be made
to stop the aging of the old.
When we discover her we’ll both be saved.
Isn’t that beautiful to know?

Well, here we are.
It’s 5am and we’re still bouncing off the walls,
our eyes adjusting to the light of dawn,
a morning we wished never come.

Here we are.
Writing down the chords to some new song
yet still preparing well to both be hung
from gallows of our own design.

And there’s a music yet to be made
to warm the coming of the cold—
the shadow of a muse from miles above.
Isn’t that beautiful to know?

And there’s a music here yet to be made,
an ancient tune for one and all.
And it will give the hungered all they crave.
Isn’t that beautiful to know?