Syntax (Demo)

wake

From the album (Almost). Available April 17, 2015.

Written by A. Hochhalter, C. Clift
Produced by Chance Lewis
Additional percussion by Gavin Ryan


eyelids flip open. nah, let 'em shut again
can't seem to recall why he should get up again
so down he's tumbling, can't help but be stuck within
light another candle to the alter of his suffering
aww, our poor boy. he's had it so hard
he's so scarred and he thought he made it so far
so what? even he's sick of his so crushed
he'd rather be sewn up and hold tough like a grown up
but he holes up, lying in mattress
and rips holes up into the spots where he had patches
then thinks, "hold up, why should i give in to the panic?"
but he does. cause what would he be if he didn't have it?
nothing, a shadow, vapor, distilled ether
a collection of flesh and bones with concealed features
so he'll build the fever and mill the meter
dance a dirge with death while he cheats her. he needs her

so here he is again, locked inside a tomb
he's mistaken his coffin for womb
talking 'bout his doom while they watch another moon wax and wane
that's the same cycle, vain trifle, trapped inside a loop
he plays aloof while they wait for his ascension
the plain truth is that he's no more than a mention
so while they're bettin' he doubles down on fog and grey
and claims not every dog gets its day
there's some that just stray
he's leaving his lungs to decay
prepared to put his tongue in the grave
he'll be dumb from this day with no reason for the speech
just a soldier who's useless at the breach, incomplete
turning to a statue from the inside out
stone in his gut and concrete in his mouth
death don't dance no more but she still stops by
swears he's seen her in the mists of the night sky

he wakes up and he's literally shaking
vibrating, gets out bed, he can't shake it
ties up his laces. boots stomp out the door
two o'clock in the morn, world dead as he awakens
breathes in. taking in the view from the roof
better get down, not sure what he'll do in this mood
kick rocks down the sidewalk, headed north
mist drops at his fore, quick blocks, ten or more
337 paces to his mecca
filled with landmarks dedicated to his best of
and his mess ups and all the rest of
the passing headlights will be transport to his next up
just three side-steps from the iris in
deserves only the vilest of ends
there he goes, left, right, left
unsuspecting driver. last light quenched.

So (clean edit)

(almost) is the second release and first full length album by House of Lewis co-founder and member Apt. Featuring production by Chance Lewis and contributions from Tyler Glenn (Neon Trees), Nate Pyfer (Code Hero), Dusk Raps, House of Lewis, Chris Bennion (Coral Bones), Mason Porter (Haarlem, Polytype) and Ryan Moore (The Troubles).
Recorded and mixed by Chance Lewis February-April 2015 at Lewis Manor, Provo, UT.
Mastered by Bruce Templeton (Atmosphere, Doomtree, Grieves) at Magneto Mastering, Minneapolis, MN.
Available April 17, 2015.

A Petty Tantrum

alone in a crowded room (album version)

I was flying home for Christmas
From a trip I made for business
When I saw my world cave in

The air hostess was shaking
The windows were vibrating
And I thought that this was it

A flight should never feel like this
I looked out as..

My plane crashed into Santa's sleigh

I was falling from the sky
With the wind stinging my eyes
When I saw what went wrong

It was Santa and his reindeer
Nothing rhymes with reindeer
So I shouldn't be singing this song

A flight should never feel like this
I looked out as..

My plane crashed into Santa's sleigh

The kids won't get their presents anymore
Santa's grotto will be in a morgue

My plane crashed into Santa's sleigh (x99)

SLEIGHED - My Plane Crashed (Into Santa's Sleigh)

I just woke up, I just woke up
She said to me: go back to sleep

I said fine, but it could be dangerous on the other side, you know you never know what you're gonna bump into

I had a dream, I had a dream
It was pretty sweet as well
Just take me back there
Take me somewhere
Take me somewhere
Take me somewhere new

I had a dream, I had a dream

I saw this dinosaur and he said "hey" and I said "hey" and he said "what are you?" and I was like "well, i'm from the future, you wouldn't understand"

I had a dream, I had a dream
It's getting pretty scary now, there's a meteor coming straight to earth
Bring me back
Bring me back to you

[Martin Luther King]: I have a dream

[Richard Attenborough]: Ha. We spared no expense

How the hell am I gonna get out of this dream?
Dead dinosaurs everywhere..
What the hell is happening?
What the hell is going on?
Shake me, pinch me, anything!

Take me back to.. take me back to..

I just woke up, I just woke up

Ugh

Last Night I Dreamt I Met A Dinosaur

"Some kind of high-powered mutant, never even considered for mass production"

Victoria Sans
Matt Nicholls.
Oliver Fitch.
Austin Danson.
Polly Shields.

Syntax (Demo)

-IV-