Island Living

by Bastions

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Three tracks of angry, despondent hardcore from Anglesey based four-piece, Bastions. Produced by Ben Phillips at Lightship95 and released on a limited edition, white 7" vinyl.

www.tangledtalk.com/artists/bastions
www.myspace.com/bstns

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released September 27, 2010

Recorded at Lightship95 Studios in June 2010.
Produced, engineered and mixed by Ben Phillips.
Mastered by Sam Manville.

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Track Name: Island Living
Trudging through the murk and mire
Can’t find my way, can’t reach the end
Island decay and how it gets inside
My hands still shake from restless nights

Giving time not worth, withdraw from this world
I grit my teeth because of you

Consumed, hopeless, gutless, heartless pigs

You’d think these roads were paved in gold
But I stand alone with my back turned
Towards the sea, the salt corrodes my mind
Not gaining ground, there’s nothing left

Giving time not worth, withdraw from this world
I grit my teeth because of you

You drag me down (I can’t see you alive)
Track Name: Soar
I drink so deep, row after row
A spineless waste I reap what I’ve sown
With given time I deceive myself for free
By preaching words death walks with me

So I drink deeper until my bellies fed
This well runs dry, in ignorance I’m bred

The sun dies a death, I shun this world, I bide my time
The sun dies a death, I shun this world, deluded minds

Soar on

The sun dies a death, I shun this world, I bide my time
The sun dies a death, I shun this world, deluded minds

I am nothing

My head is in the clouds, don’t want to face the truth

Drink deep, bellies fed
Wells run dry, ignorance breeds
Track Name: The Great Unwashed
Crawling further in marrows of the sea
Bandaged this stump, I tore myself free
If I don’t get out Il end up as you
The great unwashed I refuse to live a life through

I’ll writhe at your feet for attention

I can see myself in you and that’s what scares me the most
Wherever I am dreams become wasted hopes