Coming To,
Grips with who,
You decided to loose.
Look inside,
Your own lies,
Repercussions arise.

Coming to,
Grips with who,
You decided to choose.
Set aside,
Words contrived,
Repercussions arise.

Put asunder,
Your love blunders.
Come December,
We dismember...

Repercussive

The Sleeps - 'Fuse' (Free Single Release)
Available Friday April 1st @ www.girlfriendrecords.com

Fuse (HR Remix)

Fuse (Gossip Culture Remix)

The Sleeps - 'Fuse' (Free Single Release)
Free download Available Friday April 1st @ 

http://girlfriendrecords.bandcamp.com/album/fuse-ep 

Fuse

All the kids are sleeping,
Unassuming breathing,
Empty dreams repeating,
Tiny lives waiting for disappointment.

Output,
One Two,
Your Life,
Won't Do.

Try,
As,
You,
Might,
It won't,
Do.

Your life,
In your hands,
You might,
Never,
Understand.

Cold nights,
Colder hands,
You Might,
Never,
Understand.

Output,
One two,
Your life,
Won't do.
Output,
One two,
Your life, 
Won't do.

Output

No Hope,
Only lows,
Needles in holes,
Life slows.

Lying, in the hospital,
Sick, with no cure,
Diagnosis: Fatal,
Mind, over matter.

Morbid motions,
Gasping groans,
No emotion,
Time slows.

Lying, in the hospital,
Sick, with no cure,
Diagnosis: Fatal,
Mind, over matter...
.
.
.
.
.
.
Hospital 2.26.2015

Hospital

Sleep the day away,
Nothing left to gain,
No use being awake,
'Cause you know your life's a waste.

Sleep the day away,
Slowly waste away,
Hopelessness remains,
'Cause tomorrow brings the same.

You know, it's true,
It's of, no use,
But there's no sign of relief,
When the light is out of reach.

Cry yourself awake,
Sorrows cease the day,
Sadness, it won't wait,
'Cause you know that your love fades.

Your love,
Your love,
Your love,
It fades away.

Your love, love,
Your love, love, love
Your love,
It fades away.

It's useless,
Your love, love, love,
Your love,
It fades away.

It's useless,
Your love, love, love,
Your love,
It fades away.

Sleep the day away,
Slowly waste away,
Contemplate escape,
'Cause you know that your love fades.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Love Fades 2.26.2015

Love Fades

Gimme the show,
Gimme the show,
The sure-show.
Pretend it's alright.

I wanna know,
I wanna know,
What you know.
Too much insight.

Gimme the sign,
Show me your side,
Your suicide,
Make it better.

I wanna die,
I wanna die,
By your side.

You're tearing out my heart,
Waiting,
For nothing,
At all.
You're stabbing in the dark,
I know,
It's your will.
You're faulting at the start,
Beginning,
To Lose,
Your grip.
You're tearing out my heart.
I know,
It's your will.

Gimme the show,
Gimme the show,
The sure-show.
Pretend it's alright.

I wanna know,
I wanna know,
What you know.
Too much insight.

Color in line,
Color in line,
The fine line.
Make it pretty.

I wanna die,
I wanna die,
A good life.

You're tearing out my heart,
Waiting,
For nothing,
At all.
You're stabbing in the dark,
I know,
It's your will.
You're faulting at the start,
Beginning,
To Lose,
Your grip.
You're tearing out my heart.
I know,
It's your will.
.
.
.
.
.
Strobe 2.26.2015 (kick Eq'd)

Strobe

Breathe

facebook.com/thesleeps
myspace.com/thesleepsmusic

No More

Under your precious skin,
Beneath your pretty,
Feelings cease to be.

Under your perfect smile,
Behind your bright eyes,
Sickness breeds,
In,
Side,
Your,
Black heart,
Black soul,
Contagious,
Filled with disease.

And what you want it to be,
You'll never get to me,
And what you wanted to see,
You'll never get to me.
Despite all your niceties,
You left the mark of the beast,
Despite your sweetness in taste,
You left the mark of the beast.
.
.
.
.
.
1.2.2013 dither

Sado-Pacifist

Don't be sad,
Mom and Dad,
This was the best,
Life I had.

Don't be sad,
God and friends,
Last repent,
For my sins.

Passions past,
Nothing lasts,
I'm sorry for,
A life ill-spent.

Lost my will,
Fell down the spiral,
Lost my will,
Too much to handle,
Lost my way,
On the straight and narrow,
Left my soul,
Fell in to the hamper.

Lost my will,
Fell down the spiral,
Lost my will,
Too much to handle.

Lost my nerve,
Too scared to go.
.
.
.
.
.
12.15.2012

Mom and Dad

Love,
Love and caring,
Have no bearing,
On selfishness,
And impulse, and,
Faith,
Faith and patience,
Make no difference when,
Sa-tis-fy-in'
Your filth,

Good in-
-tentions,
Give way,
To appetite,
You sa-
-tiate
In Ho-
-ly name.

More,
Once more,
The emptiness is carving out the,
Core,
Once more,
Natural habitat of the,
Whore houndin'
Unsoundin'
Hell bound,
Whore houndin'
Unsoundin,
Reeking with impurity, 
Inside.

Thrust,
Thrust inside her,
Dark desire,
Stench of lust,
And lo-vers',
Blood,
Blood and semen,
Lack of meaning,
Animal-listic.

Good in-
-tentions,
Give way,
To appetite,
You sa-
-tiate,
In Ho-
-ly name.

More,
Once more,
The emptiness is carving out the,
Core,
Once more,
Natural habitat of the,
Whore houndin'
Unsoundin'
Hell bound,
Whore houndin'
Unsoundin,
Reeking with impurity, 
Inside.
.
.
.
.
.
[3.7.2013 dither]

Lust

Kill yourself,
For someone else,
Inadequate,
Idiot, and

You lack,
Confidence,
Incompetent,
Idiot, and

You,
You're all alone, 
You're not,
Good enough,
For One,
One's approval.

You're not,
Good enough,
Inadequate,
Idiot, and

You lack,
Confidence,
Incompetent,
Idiot, and

You,
You on your own,
You're not good enough,
For One,
One's approval.

You lack,
Confidence,
Incompetent,
Idiot, and

You,
You all alone,
You're not good enough,
For One,
One's approval.
.
.
.
.
.
12.12.2012

Inadequate

booking inquiries: orangepartybear@hotmail.com

The Sleeps' most modern incarnation consists of Ricky behind the drum kit (and other percussive contributions), and Andrew, strumming the bass guitar, while providing vocal lyric and melody.

On record and on stage, The Sleeps' sonic aesthetic might be best described as a sort of rough and fuzzy, melancholic alt-rock, with reflections of harmonizing and mostly-indistinct vocal reverberations filling in the gaps.

The duo's latest release, "Lack Of Meaning - EP," is a brief collection of self-produced songs, that has its punchy, yet musically-melodic moments, while lyrically, the album touches on some of the more depressive themes of a life seemingly gone awry: moral and spiritual despondences, questions of self-worth, relational disgusts and self-disappointments, low expectations and low esteems, and just a general focus on some of the under-whelmingly, mundane occurrences of every-day goings-on...

But rest assured, the dreariness and lowly, foggy feelings seem to have lifted a bit for the band. The Sleeps report that new compositions in the works tend to occupy a lighter space in the realm of songwriting for them. No need for the hopes to be raised, though; "Sunshines Of The Year" is no title they'll be awarded anytime soon. [journalist humor]

stay tuned... 

The Sleeps

Popular tracks