Heartland

Better Man

Proficient to the Day

Love What You Can

Too Unkind

Outside

Learn To Live

She Stole My Records

Lyrics: 
A simple moon ray
Lit up my room
A fragile whisper
Dissolved the gloom
The steady thumping of my heart
Made me wonder why you never came back

Why do you make it seem so easy
To break the oaths, to shatter the glass
I can’t accept the anatomy of absence
I still sense your skin almost all the time

I stare at the abyss of the night sky
I see us in a vision, the remnants of your touch

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed
And I lay here… love deployed.

Come on, don’t leave me with my cryptic parables
It can’t be so easy to live your life as if I was never yours
I’m here, trying to poetize this burning feeling
To romanticize what’s fleeting
To make some sense of why you’d go

One moment you believed it, the next you were leaving
You left me feeling small, so pathetic
All I have is to cling to some dignity
By telling this story like it’s prophetic…

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed…

All I want to say is I hate that you’re gone
And I loathe that you forgot
And I hope that you regret it,
That your heart can’t forget it,
When my shadow appears, may you endlessly dread it

Lyrics, production, covert art: Adriana Lazcano

all I want to say..

No altar.
No chains.
We rise.

Raised on rules carved in stone,
Every prayer felt like a cage I owned.
Told to bow, to hush, to bleed,
To bury the wild that I still need.

Every hymn they fed my head
Turns to thunder in my chest instead.
If silence is a holy crime,
Then breaking it’s a sacred sign.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Saints in glass don’t see the street,
I find grace in the riot beat.
Every sermon burned like coal,
But the fire I found made my spirit whole.

Every lie they dressed as light
Falls apart in the teeth of night.
If faith was chains to make me small,
Then breaking free is gospel, all.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Raise your fists where bells once rang,
This is the church of the untamed gang.
Every heart a drum, every throat a flame,
We howl the truth they can’t rename.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.
Howl! Howl! Howl!

Howl (deluxe track)

i want to love you but i can't

Genre: Alternative Rock / Edm-Infused Alt-Rock / Satirical Rock
Description: A Sarcastic, High-Energy Alt-Rock Track With Edm Flourishes. It Lampoons Modern Outrage Culture, Petty Social Conflicts, And Absurd Drama. Distorted Guitars, Glitchy Synths, And Punchy Percussion Back The Satirical, Theatrical Delivery, While Melodic Hooks Balance Chaos With Accessibility.

Style Of Music: Satirical Alt-Rock With Pop-Punk Energy, Cinematic Guitar Riffs, Glitchy Synth Layers, Edm-Infused Drops, Layered Vocals, And Playful Melodic Hooks.

Offended

From the album 'hours' - out now on streaming and vinyl via Elastic Stage

I met her in the ruins, with a rosary of scars 
She lit a cigarette and said: 'They've auctioned off the stars' 
The choir's gone electric, the prophets all play bass 
And the devil took his time to mimic every saintly face 

So sing me a song for the century’s child 
Where the truth wears heels and the church goes wild 
Tie up your conscience in ribbons of gold 
And lie like an angel that got bought and sold 

The preacher's on the stage, tryin' to save our souls 
He’s got mercy on his side and forgiveness as a goal
My mirror shows a stranger
My words lack grace 
I say: 'Your shadow’s just your memory trying to save face'

So build me a boat with a newspaper sail 
And baptise my doubt in holy junk mail 
The righteous are restless, the faithful run thin 
But I still light candles where the sorry end begins 

And I dreamt I saw Gabriel with a teardrop tattoo 
He said: 'God's been outsourced, he's one of us too' 
The angels got to coding, the martyrs were all bots 
And Judas went viral just sharing all his thoughts 

Now I wake with the silence that follows a scream 
Where the lovers hold grudges and the cynics still dream
She left me a promise carved into a tree 
‘Don’t trust the poet who refuses to see.’ 

So pour me a drink from the well of regret 
I’ll toast every promise the world hasn’t kept 
With Cohen’s lament and Dylan’s old sneer
A lullaby, baby, for the end of the year 

Tie up your conscience in ribbons of gold 
And lie like an angel that got bought and sold 
A lullaby baby for the end of the year

A lullaby for the end of the year

Moody synths, alt-country edge, and British black humour—Blackbird Static cuts through the noise with songs for the midnight hours.