You’re voice is amazingly unique <3 and the subtle but powerful production really carrys me. Fab. 

This is probably one of the best songs ive found on here 👏🏼

great song, great recording, great arrangement

New indie tracks will be added throughout the month. If you've put something on soundcloud during November that you'd like me to listen to then send me a message, cheers

Nov 18 - new tracks for indie lovers

As Summer Blows Away
Written by Matt Portland

Summer’s almost blown away
In flight towards the ones that bloom

Although I was left behind,
Forever holding on to burn my hands
To make me feel alive

For I was the light
To the darkness in your eyes
When all we saw turned from black and white

It hurts to see her try
To leave and say goodbye
Aching every bone of me inside

I hope you’re OK
But it hurts to see you close to him
I hope that one day
That we can look back at all of this
I always looked for you
In anyone I ever met
I see you differently 
With my eyes closed when I’m alone

As long as empty bottles pour
You’ll be there if I need somewhere 
To get my mind off it all

My face matched your skirt
I had eyes like dull lit light bulbs 
In dark halls

Never in my wildest thoughts
Would I be taking advice from
The horoscopes and star sign columns 
It hurts for me to try
To leave this all behind
Aching every bone of me inside

I hope you’re OK
But it hurts to see you close to him
I hope that one day
That we can look back at all of this
I always looked for you
In anyone I ever met
I see you differently 
With my eyes closed when I’m alone

From the touch,
To the taste,
To the sound of rain
On my window
Only mind to witness it

For it happened in a dream
With his voice 
To her ear
And so it goes
As summer sadly blows away

As summer slowly blows away

As Summer Blows Away

South Destruction
Written by Matt Portland

Oh take me home
To a place where dreams and fairy tales are made

The coast west of South Destruction
Has never seemed to let me stay away

But carry on when your head drops
You’re playing when you should stop
The way you make a tough guy tongue tied
The way you make the dark day’s sun shine

Take me to the place of no heartache
Written on the walls of South Destruction
Backs against the wall
They charge with father time
But take cards if you need
Just let it breathe

All we ever talk about is getting home
But once you’re set in stone it’s hard to breathe

Author of your own misfortune
But then again,
Once the story is written its hard to leave

But carry on when your head drops
You’re preying that you will stop
The way you make a tough guy tongue tied
The way you make the dark day’s sun shine

Take me to the place of no heartache
Written on the walls of South Destruction
Backs against the wall
They charge with father time
But take cards if you need
Just let it breathe

Take me to the place of no heartache
Written on the walls of South Destruction
Backs against the wall
They charge with father time
But take cards if you need
Just let it breathe

South Destruction

Vonal-Axis

Steeple Remove - Ferris Noir

The lyrics deal with the fact that many of us keep to our own small bubbles. We're afraid to open our eyes and see other people's problems.

Still, we're never satisfied with who we are, and we want to change both ourselves and other people's perception of us. We keep trying to find another, better world.

Musically, a regular song structure soon gives way to a simple guitar theme that builds to a huge sound wall - the discovery of that elusive other world. Or realizing that it doesn't exist?

In Another World

Two Step

POLYFIL

"Pop Song," the first single off HARMS' debut EP, "Aquarium." ~ smarturl.it/harms-aquarium

"'Pop Song' was written as a comment on the expectation of 'autobiographical' songwriters to be authentic, and the resultant fact that if you open and up and are vulnerable with your songs and lyrics, that information can be taken and mutated and twisted by people, sometimes people who want to do you harm. However, in the end, as an artist, I'm always hoping that people accept my broken shit and that it resonates and makes people feel closer to the vulnerable parts of themselves. 

By exposing the darker parts of my self, I'm hoping to create empathy."

Lyrics:

when you're caught carving pop songs into your spine and wrists

they'll make you wish that you had never lived,

but who are they? stuck and straight -- don't want to feel the way

i do in the morning, wipe the blues out of my brain


(say you love me back)


when you're caught carving poems into your forearms, they'll

look at you, just say I meant no harm

I wrote a letter, like The Stranger -- I felt so sick with anger

I'm the car crash in your diary, the danger in your little scene


(say you love me back)


the city's blinking maze just made me quit

don't know how to write songs or lose consciousness

spent a year at the museum, woke up in your bed

HARMS - "Pop Song"

Secondary
Written by Matt Portland
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/2BFh31VMXtyeEbHlioiG6n?si=dXaicz8sR5mISFoX1lXlWA 

I’ve been keeping myself locked away from thoughts of you
The nights were for this
But as midnight came and left

The tied would swing
Around the time I was getting over it
It was like she knew that my minds beyond the red

You can do what you want but think of me
When we’re circling the same ground
You say you have tried and now it’s down to me
But you’re getting it the wrong way round

All I ever wanted was something
(to call my own)
All I ever thought of was running away
(away with you)
All I ever needed was someone to call upon
But love was always secondary
Until things all fell apart

I could hear it, 
In her voice when she spoke my name
Her mind had chosen his way

As I replied,
It seemed my words had clearly lost their weight
They went from cutting through to a near miss too late

The return of the statutory lines
When you ain’t spoken in a while
These stolen moments frozen in time
Choked me with a smile

All I ever wanted was something
(to call my own)
All I ever thought of was running away
(away with you)
All I ever needed was someone to call upon
But love was always secondary
Until things all fell apart

So I sit back and try to write a song
About the only thing that plagues my mind
When I’m sat here drinking alone
It’s a long way down

All I ever wanted was something
(to call my own)
All I ever thought of was running away
(away with you)
All I ever needed was someone 
(why, why. why)?
But love was always secondary
Until things all fell apart

Secondary

The Wind Hit Hollow
Written by Matt Portland

You were the waking of the storm
The air that autumn breathes
When winds hit hollow

You were the weakness in the stone
The end for fools like me
And the one’s that followed

When I didn’t want to feel
Half of anything
I’d close off from ones I loved
This habit had made
A ghost of everything

The wind hit hollow
In the four walls I built
No I wont wait for
The stars to swing in place
Or run away

It may not be true
But someday it will
I promise

One day becomes a week
When tomorrow’s in the books
But never is a lifetime

Run away from open arms
Well to them it’s how it looks
As they crept in from the side lines

When I didn’t want to feel
Half of anything
I’d close off from ones I loved
This habit had made
A ghost of everything

The wind hit hollow
In the four walls I built
No I wont wait for
The stars to swing in place
Or run away

It may not be true
But someday it will
I promise

The Wind Hit Hollow

Angels Of The Bay
Written by Matt Portland

Hear the way she calls upon
The Angels Of The Bay
But no other man could hear it
No other man could take the place

Imagination running wild
Is what the doctor said
Prescribing pills that shut her down
No other man could take her mind away

Away,
Away,
The feeling’s coming onto strong
Again,
Again,

It’s hard to explain
When you’re all to blame
It’s hard to change all you’ve ever known

I think you went to far again
When your halo began to slip
The irony the fix you used to mend
Became the bigger problem in the end

Written down in her diary entry
Where she kept her darkest thoughts
Read the story of the Angel
Who she met with before

You could see her stop and question it
With hands upon her waist 
She was never one to ask for help
She never made that same mistake again

Written with an open heart
Loving you blind was as far as the story goes
Living in the moment went from
One more, one night stand in the firing line

I swear, 
Just one more shot
The morning comes to cry
In your heart you know

I think you went too far again
When your halo began to slip
The irony the fix you used to mend
Became the bigger problem in the end

The day she felt she had run dry
Was the day she sunk the line
The streets will tease and steal your pride
In a way you’re left behind
The footprints grew louder each step
As she crawls beyond the night
She could hide it in the way she walks
Like tomorrow will wait for her

To strike the cross
And shine the light of day
But the day was burnt
And the changeless words
Lay naked on the page

Angels Of The Bay

Paper Thin Reins
Written by Matt Portland

What ever happened to the hunger
The water in the well had dried
When you could not find
The point or voice of reason

Don’t take away my everything 
I only planned on having this
Given half the chance
I’d run the risk of ruin

But when your eyes adjust to the dark
When you’ve been in it too long
Three years roll into one

When you cannot separate the months
Being pulled away
By the Paper Thin Reins

It’s all in your own head
You know this
No matter how much time you find to ask them why
The words will never fit the tune

A quick change of pace,
A practise swing, 
Could take your mind off of everything
The sweet uncertainty of colouring the blue

Well maybe I didn’t want to find what’s wrong
Or see the miles on the clock
If I knew I could never rest

When you cannot recognise yourself 
Being pulled away
By the Paper Thin Reins

Whilst the coals stay warm
Under sombre skies
I will try
To break
From the Paper Thin Reins

Paper Thin Reins

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