Demo 2011

by Concepts

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released March 19, 2011

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Concepts Whyalla, Australia

4 Piece Hardcore band situated in Whyalla/Adelaide, South Australia

Liam Anderson | Nathan Morphett | Josh Mills-Couper | Sean Gosling

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Track Name: Red Streets
Your words are like venom, like venom running through these veins
And this pollution, is like an ocean destroying this city
Your words are like venom, like venom running my veins
And I will never be the same, cause I was never the same

These streets are red, like a silhouette painted red and I've forgotten what a blue sky looks like behind the blanket of red dust, tonight, you can see it at it's best, like a reign of destruction spread across the fucking sky, to get some life, out of this town.

The explanations right infront of you, what to feel what to hate what to love what to take away, from a city that is broken down and buried, but it holds the best of the memories.

Your words are like venom, like venom running through these veins
And this pollution, is like an ocean destroying this city
Your words are like venom, like venom running my veins
And I will never be the same, cause I was never the same
Track Name: Follower
I feel like water, water running to fast to comprehend where I'm going
Like a storm so vicious so you can't see what you're doing
And if it's right, will you take yet another wrong turn tonight?

Constantly watching, constantly judging every move we make
But I will never resort to being just like them, no I won't give in
They all look the same, they all talk the same, individuality is not present, one says they all do.

Say hello to my home

This is for anyone who's given a shit
This is for anyone who's cared for something
This is for anyone for having a heart
This is for anyone who gave a fuck

And no I'm not, no I'm not anything like you
It doesn't give you an excuse
Track Name: Discard
Another story of a broken man, it's always stories, always stories of the man you didn't get to be, the son you didn't get to see grow up and live up to your expectations, well I'm pretty sure, yeah I'm certain that he doesn't give a fuck.

My fury, my rage, my aggression, turn the page

Turn the page
Forget your past forget your yesterday
Turn the page
Forget the past, let's make history

Nothing you say or nothing you do can bring you back the reputation you once owned, just another heartless soul. To go back now would be a crime I've gone without you all this time, you're a coward but you know that you don't need me to remind you of it.

He tries his best to wait, but get's nothing in return
From a son who never asked for much, just advice when he needed some.

Fuck your advice

Nothing you say, and nothing you do will bring you back to that reputation.
Track Name: Alive
If you could take one thing back, I've got mine.
If you could take one thing back, I've got my regrets.

I regret ever saying to you that I'm a good person, an inspiration to you and the youth of tomorrow, just a waste of my breath.

Cause I got chewed and spat out, I failed, but I got straight back up. But I'm not gonna waste my time on the generation after mine. And when I ask you if you regret anything I know you're lying through your teeth. Cause obviously, you regret being alive.

So do you regret anything?
Cause you're nothing like the person, I knew some years ago
This cities shown who you really are
Just another worthless piece of crap
Track Name: Dilemmas
All these things I've seen with these eyes, I don't like to talk about.
I have no room, I have no room for complaining while those people are still dying interstate.

When will our mother, when will she give us a break from all the pain and suffering? People are shaking, and they go down in muddy waters never to be seen again.

And that's a feeling I don't want to ever feel, sometimes it's hard to believe that this is fucking real. This irreversible mess that we've made, we've left someone to sort it out, long after we're in the ground.

All these things I've seen with these eyes, I don't like to talk about.
I have no room, I have no room for complaining while those people are still dying interstate.

When will our mother, when will she give us a break?