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False Ending
03:38
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I hope to be the greener grass
The regret at the bottom of your glass
A thought brought back from the past
Another broken record; how long will it last?
It’s a repetitious siren
And I’m eternally bound
It’s a question from the future
But an answer’s yet to be found
I’ve got letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection and
Letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection
I hope to be the infinite skies
The sunshine reflected in your eyes
A thought still undefined:
The toughest of loves are too cruel to be kind
It’s a repetitious siren
And I’m eternally bound
It’s a question from the future
But an answer’s yet to be found
I’ve got letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection and
Letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection
It’s a repetitious siren
And I’m eternally bound
It’s a question from the future
But an answer’s yet to be found
I’ve got letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection and
Letters never sent; words left unspoken
Like a flood of thoughts behind every question
I hate to see you all bruised and broken
But all I give is a vague affection
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Back From The Dead
02:46
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I cut you down; now you’re back from the dead
Buried you in the ground but you sprouted instead
I can still hear your voice in my head
It whispers to me while I’m laying in bed
I read your poetry of spite, remember you said
“If you can’t live without me, you better drop dead”?
Well, I’m in physical pain; there’s a storm in my head
When you talk of me, do you only see red?
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘Got more friends than ever before
But I've never felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy
With bags under my eyes, carried myself away
If you don’t want me here, why’d you ask me to stay?
You reached out your hand and you grabbed at my soul
I’ve heard it before and this story gets old
I’m not gonna die just for your sake
I know that my life isn’t yours to take
You’re not gonna guilt me into heartbreak
Not while I’m awake
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘Got more friends than ever before
But I've never felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy
I’m a tangled web of curses and spite
Of tissue, blood, and bones
‘got more friends than ever before
But I've never felt so alone
It’s just a ghost, an apparition
I deny this memory
I hate waking up after dreaming of you
My brain’s my enemy
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Mess
02:33
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There’s a moral to the story
But you cannot hear me
Don’t hide yourself away
You will be okay
Well, it’s a fine mess that you’ve got yourself into
It’s a vague sort of affection from me to you
It’s a message and a compliment
And an adolescent sentiment
It’s a god-damn mess that you’ve got yourself into
There’s an aptitude for the things that you are doing
A habit you should be breaking
Change what you believe in
‘Cause seeing is believing
It’s a fine mess that you’ve got yourself into
It’s a vague sort of affection from me to you
It’s a message and a compliment
And an adolescent sentiment
It’s a god-damn mess that you’ve got yourself into
Well I’ve done so much yet achieved so little
I’m a cause of effect, I’m small and brittle
I’m a broken bulb, I’m a grain of sand
I’m a pilot under kamikaze command
But I can see, I can hear, I can touch, I can taste
I’m a god-damn member of the human race
Yes, I’m a god-damn member of the human race
Well, It’s a fine mess that you’ve got yourself into
It’s a vague sort of affection from me to you
It’s a message and a compliment
And an adolescent sentiment
It’s a god-damn mess that you’ve got yourself into
It’s a fine mess that you’ve got yourself into (it’s a fine mess)
It’s a vague sort of affection from me to you (it’s a fine mess)
It’s a message and a compliment (it’s a fine mess)
And an adolescent sentiment
It’s a god-damn mess that you’ve got yourself into (it's a fine mess)
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Memento Mori
03:34
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Precious moments to remember, some we’d rather forget
Moments that we treasure, moments that we regret
I wanna make new memories not obsess over old
I wanna live my history in the stories told
You will never relive this moment
No you will never be young again
You’re forever growing older
So enjoy the time you spend
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
Morbid irony, nostalgia for youth
You curate your history by bending the truth
You wish away your days ‘til you have none left
Empty on the inside, yet still full of regret
Places filled with memories I don't want to have
This past is not my future and my future’s not my past
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
You only exist whilst you survive
For you do not live where your body will lie
Celebrate whilst you are alive
Remember that you have to die
You only exist whilst you survive
For you do not live where your body will lie
Celebrate whilst you are alive
Remember that you have to die
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
The memories of the dead are long forgotten
Their bodies will lie stagnant and rotten
A grim reminder of a forgotten memory
I am my own personal memento mori
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Friend
03:30
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You were always good with words
And your hugs were like christmas
You're a kitten by the fireside
And oh how I miss us
You know how I hate this
When distance separates us
I can’t say I will wait
Cause the break
Is what makes us
Move on
And be strong
Of course I miss you
Your hands and your kisses
We’re a temporary jigsaw
And I’ve lost all the pieces
I have pictures of you
And remnants of aesthetics
I’m on another planet
And I look for you in everyone
Move on
Move on
In my dreams you told me you loved me
I don’t do well dwelling on dreams
If everything happens for a reason
I’m still figuring out what it means
I know you’re not in my life now
You still live on in my head
The days are getting harder
Without you as my friend
I curse this purgatory of missed opportunity
The remnants of you are still haunting
I miss our conversations and our walks through the city
It’s a conflict, but you deserve to be happy
Go on
Go on
Move on
Move on
In my dreams you told me you loved me
I don’t do well dwelling on dreams
If everything happens for a reason
I’m still figuring out what it means
I know you’re not in my life now
But you still live on in my head
The days are getting harder
Without you as my friend
In my dreams you told me you loved me
I don’t do well dwelling on dreams
If everything happens for a reason
I’m still figuring out what it means
I know you’re not in my life now
But you still live on in my head
The days are getting harder
Without you as my friend
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