New Bermuda by Deafheaven - Album Lyrics & Tracks

16 ContributorsLuna LyricsGeorge Clarke’s September 2014 move from San Francisco to Los Angeles inspired many of New Bermuda’s lyrics (as well as its title), but as Clarke has admitted, that struggle is explored most explicitly on… Read More Tricked into some fodder about this oasis

This conversation of new beginning

Having enlightening talks over common interests

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform

Chained together or chained forever

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform tonight

I've boarded myself inside

I've refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

I've boarded myself inside

I've refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

 

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

Confined to a house that never remains clean

To a bed where the ill never get well

I cough ceaselessly into the night

 

 

The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Reimagined suburbia

16 ContributorsCome Back LyricsWhile album opener “Brought to the Water” was the first track from New Bermuda to be completed, the very first parts that materialized for the album would become the 9-minute opus “Come Back.”… Read More Scrawled into the pavement, again and again

Written on the red stalls in smokey tin

On the smokey tin, it melts again and again

On the booths of the round table again

Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again

All this debris sifting through static lungs, lingering

All this debris sifting through static lungs in every pore

Laced with a bitter face

Near the dawning of the high

Laced with a bitter face

Near the dawning of the high

Of the high

And madness of the undertow

We audience who saved our roses

We audience who scoffed at the tears

Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier

Pale with pain, pale with pain again

I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees

Before the endless truth of instability and futility

The endless truth of instability and futility

Now I know...