introducing the dark descent into power and ruin.

Shadows in the Throne

[Verse]
Too far away to see
Too deep inside to reach
It's time to come back home
When we feel the call

[Chorus]
Rising and descending
Worlds above
Below
Two halves of one whole
Inverted heaven

[Verse 2]
Burned in the ground
We saw
Before the surface came
I don't know how to say
Maybe there's no way

[Chorus]
Rising and descending
Worlds above
Below
Two halves of one whole
Inverted heaven

[Bridge]
If it's real
How would you know?
We don't see what lies below
Some things we're not meant to know
Some things are better unknown
Some things are better unknown

[Chorus]
Rising and descending
Worlds above
Below
Two halves of one whole
Inverted heaven

Inverted Heaven

I wrote this song on a paper napkin in a bar, while waiting for the buyer of the 40 grams of gold that a friend had given me to sell, since she had to pay the hospital where she was admitted. She had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and only had days, maybe a couple of weeks, left to live. Two weeks after I wrote this song, she passed away in the company of her son.

This song is dedicated to Laura Linares. May she rest in peace.

I was sitting in a bar,
the minutes refused to move ahead,
I saw Verónica walk by,
in her skin-tight pants,
her tits and her bra all a disguise,
with the truth between her legs she never wished to hide.

With a coffee and a glass of soda,
sitting there watching people pass me by,
I thought I was the only strange one,
I didn't know there were so many of us.

The hours stood still as I waited there,
in that bar with 40 grams of gold,
it was golden and light, it looked like a can,
it was a favor for a sick friend,
she needed to pay the hospital where she was.

But forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

So many stories cross paths in this bar,
a mosaic of laughter and of sorrows.
A young mother, with a rage for life,
yells at her son for a dropped ice cream cone.
Further away, another with a teacher's patience,
explains the world with crumbs of medialuna.

And two lovers in a furious fight,
he swore eternal love, she showed him the door.
His hands were shaking just a bit too much,
her pride was cracking in her voice.
And me right here, with a treasure in my palm,
a silent witness to a crumbling soul.

And life, like a river from this window,
carries broken dreams and seeds of joy.
It's a fabric woven from golden and dark threads,
where death and an ice cream cone cross on the sidewalk.
And I, just a loose thread in this tapestry,
learned that value isn't weighed, it's felt within.

'Cause forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

And these forty grams of delicate hope

Joy, Departed

Fluorescent Black

Nolsey

Corrigan

Forgettable

Mediocre at Best

I'll Keep You in Mind, From Time to Time

I Hope You're Miserable

You are listening to Adjust the Sails' break out album, The Worst of Adjust the Sails!
A collection of song new and old (re-done in a studio setting). Everyone has a best of album, but you know what no one has? A worst of album. So enjoy!

Fluorescent Black

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