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The Days of Awe LP

by Nadalands

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1.
The Blackout 04:14
Solar winds took down the grid statewide In all likelihood he survived, it's a shame My heart's a bison dying on the plains My heart's a bison dying on the plains My neighbors say in a couple days The engineers will get the lights turned on Take the bedroom hon, I'm fine with the futon On the night watch until the worst is gone Cities would burn if his lawyers knew But I swear to you this was not a mistake My love's a dragon swimming in the lake My love's a dragon swimming in the lake A dawn, a moonrise, an ocean of reflecting eyes A family of foxes on the lawn A lot to think about before he gets his talons out I'll help you move these boxes to your mom's Have you ever seen quite so many stars? The child is his, you have to go, I know you should My soul's a bloody hunter in the woods My soul's a bloody hunter in the woods
2.
I only care to spend the evening at the Suncor grieving in my folding chair Watching the blood of Alberta flow through metal veins and boil into the air I can feel her right beside me, whistling like she isn't even gone Big rigs moaning up above us, glowing towers staring down the dawn Her benzene eyes She said the poison makes it more fun I don't know why This metropolis eats its young I-270 nights Oh, the beauty My refinery lights Oh, the beauty Her parents never liked us hanging out in Commerce City watching how We turn past life into fuel for the future then burn the future for right now So I'm not welcome at some ceremony where their phony pastor lights a flame It's cool, I guess, I understand their anger, we all want someone to blame I saw the autopsy Some sort of fungus of the lung Such a tragedy This metropolis eats its young I-270 nights Oh, the beauty My refinery lights Oh, the beauty This obituary, sickening toxic vapors, Her duffle bag of canisters and papers, A brief article on tar sands from the Wall Street Journal Grief is fleeting but all that carbon is eternal We burn the dead The worst criminals never get hung Copper, steel, and lead This metropolis eats its young I-270 nights Oh, the beauty My refinery lights Oh, the beauty
3.
Gravity 04:05
When I finally buy a phone and call a few folks from home They're all talking 'bout the school bus Our finest scientific minds say there's no such thing as time Just consequences moving through us Damn, well I feel even worse if there's no other universe [] where you escaped the fire But there cannot be a past if they transport natural gas on the same track where it hit the choir Was there any force drawing my body to you It never ends of course, I'm falling in a dark grave too Even now we are entangled souls No longer stars, just black holes I'm still jealous of the friends your mourning mother mentioned From AP Physics back to Head Start Everything we think is chance is just a false flickering glance of what really pulls us apart But the local news will say twenty years ago today An act of God, a faulty signal Curse those networks of spin, goddamn that's not what happened They're singing lies out of a hymnal Was there any force drawing my body to you It never ends of course, I'm falling in a dark grave too Even now we are entangled souls No longer stars, just black holes
4.
Fuck Men's Warehouse, what's even the use of a new funeral suit these days Stinging lights on, we lingered too long, they'll be happier when we're gone Casseroles for bereaved families who just want us to leave so they can mutter and grieve I regret all my talk of death, there's just so few of us left Sketchy reports from pediatric wards in the cities of the north They say a few base pairs out of place is all it takes to forfeit the whole race All my friends are skeletons, their bones are shining through their skin I'm thinking our extinction could be greatest, I never guessed we'd clean up our own mess Hats and sunscreen can't shelter our unborn from the ultraviolet storm outside Bunker up, son! Our numbers are so slight and the winter sky so bright No one mourned the dinosaurs so why shed a tear for us and our fences and our lust? One or two generations hence they'll make jokes at our expense Don't yearn for what we could have been, we were never gentle men When we're done running out of kin, someone better can begin Strum the lyre, hum the hymn, oh, the pale fire is growing dim
5.
Thank Lord Jesus his baby didn't take The lady from the VA always calling, calling Megachurches echo when the Lockheed Martins sing Baby, we should move away from the Springs So your horrid ex-boyfriend is stateside again A chest of medals and a terrifying grin Sure his tour lasted one too many years Until the war replaced his mind with the grinding of gears Oh of course it started over something stupid A few saber rattles later we were bombing little kids Know that poor bastard who returned is not the man who left All you owe him is a forwarding address, a clean cut's best Blades in the heavens where the pagan masses pray Ashes of the empire keep on falling, falling Burning mountains echo with that herculean song Baby do you think we're doing something wrong? So your horrid ex-boyfriend is stateside again A chest of medals and a terrifying grin Sure his tour lasted one too many years Until the war replaced his mind with the grinding of gears Oh of course it started over something stupid A few saber rattles later we were bombing little kids Know that poor bastard who returned is not the man who left All you owe him is a forwarding address, a clean cut's best
6.
The Bonneville salt flats smell like urinal cakes Where you're scaring the hoes in our usual haunts I'll scream into this mineshaft as long as it takes To get a response For the voice to awake Saintly husks, another reckoning come I'll sleep it off on their awful/offal chemical lawn Mormon blood tastes the same as anyone's Like a glorious dawn Like a rapture begun The sun sets on Utah kinda mean This suit is never getting clean It's a difficult, difficult sight Just a typical night, alright Reaping souls alone goes sorta slow I miss you more than you could know It's a terrible, terrible pain But this desert's fine without the rain/reign The Utah Jazz have a ridiculous name And Karl Malone is surely more monstrous than us I'll tear the aging flesh right off of his frame Grind his statue to dust Put his ranch to the flame I can tell by the tone of your texts that you're fentin' again To forget what we did for a bit before COVID and such I keep myself too busy to dwell on our sins At least not very much Or the hell sweats begin The sun sets on Utah kinda mean This suit is never getting clean It's a difficult, difficult sight Just a typical night, alright Reaping souls alone goes sorta slow I miss you more than you could know It's a terrible, terrible pain But this desert's fine without the rain/reign
7.
Camp Gaia 04:11
I didn't know your brother well he was two grades ahead of me He hung out with those jam band kids, and back then I was strictly into Rancid and Op Ivy Sure, I'm ashamed But we met up at your wedding he was getting pretty bent about Big Food malfeasance And extended growing seasons in the boreal frontier He sneered, it's hard to explain Agrohippy journalists went up there to visit it But grizzlies got the greenhouse and whispers of militias vibed of something sinister And never tamed Yeah I made my jokes when they called logging "genocide" And prayed to the forest as a goddess But at least they tried to forge a form of progress in a world of flames It barely made the news but after fears of nukes in Belarus and biomasks for donkeypox Nine ecopioneers were found dead in Alaska They said his name It's the age of pirates but did bosses from Exxon or Bayer really send assassins in When a virus from the thawing permafrost Could have done the same When all we have are sad, sad stories of our failures There's a glory in retrieving a hard drive from a trailer between McGrath and Galena To read his remains I've been writing freelance off and on, with your permission I will fake a fishing trip inland up the Yukon to confirm suspicions And give you someone to blame
8.
Perennials 03:15
You picked me up all hot and insecure like a demigod Four whole days of hitching can leave a body raw Feeling phenomenal in the winter wind of Saginaw With a redpop Faygo and a handful of tramadol If it's true in a few billion years, a few billion years An expanding crimson sun will eat the earth Then I'm sure we will still be here, we will still be here Calmly haunting everyone we once were After my relapse I woke up sore in Florida There's gold down in the salt off that foreign shore I could have sworn I saw you clean the clinic corridor With monogrammed towels and a permit for the ocean floor If it's true in a few billion years, a few billion years An expanding crimson sun will eat the earth Then I'm sure we will still be here, we will still be here Calmly haunting everyone we once were Carnage at the docks, an awful spate of maulings Snipers on the roof, decline and fall on every screen I'm bleeding from a head wound in the El Cerrito Walgreens Your voice is on the intercom tweaking out all of us fiends If it's true in a few billion years, a few billion years An expanding crimson sun will eat the earth Then I'm sure we will still be here, we will still be here Calmly haunting everyone we once were
9.
I found a moonfish in the sand this evening Never encountered close to land I was leaving The vacation rental I was cleaning Scales all the colors of a sunrise gleaming still Eyes flecked with gold like a glittering of souls All the friends I've lost in every screaming squall All the steeples crossed, every rusting hull Is staring back at me from the graveyard of the sea I don't go out on the water all that often Holes grow in a harbor coat and sea legs soften Oh, how that low sky closes like a coffin Every season the surf feels choppier So my heart be free of sin I will never eat fish again All the decades lost, all the fuel burned All the oceans crossed, every tide returned They're calling out to me from the graveyard of the sea Alone now on a slab under the florescent hum At a repast in the lab of the Seaside Aquarium As the diesel-powered storms are growing ever close The shore of Oregon erodes and the iron waves approach Soon all of us will be in the graveyard of the sea
10.
When the cemetery glow adds a brilliance to your glare I'm holding a toy owl from the Monroe County fair Local ghosts, the four of you were close I know The final song we sing will echo from below Echo from below Runic patterns in the snow on the old basketball court I lost one of my gloves as an offering of sorts Can it last? This metastasizing love The final song we sing will echo from above Echo from above

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released September 24, 2023

Vocals by John Lindenbaum, Alexis Stevens, and Benjamin Buttice, beats by The Gryd

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Nadalands is the solo songwriting project of John Lindenbaum (The Lonelyhearts, The Distances, Rust Belt Music).

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