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Everything Borrowed

by The Pilot's Archive

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1.
Receive the clamor Off-hand and kilter We tire from boredom and boredom's abundance (Take the iron from the fire) Blank stares are useless if you can't use them Noise is so silent among stilted giants (Carry the torch to the water) Still voices are only vices I'm on the brink of an unsettling edge I want to feel without gutting myself Stuck in stasis Staring at the nameless faces I'm on the brink of a terrible mess Stop me before I can't stop myself Ain't no God in Heaven 'gonna save me now No devil down in Hell could ever drag me down Swear we fell asleep still shaking at the knees Still clinging to the dagger Still thirsty for disease Still voices are only vices I'm on the brink of an unsettling edge I want to feel without gutting myself Stuck in stasis Staring at the nameless faces I'm on the brink of a terrible mess Stop me before I can't stop myself You'll face your mistakes on your own You'll wear the broken crown you craft My eyes are seeing red again This vessel wasn't built to last
2.
Durango '95 02:31
Well I've been so drunk on dedication Like I believed there was any of it left I've peeled my nails from the skin 'till they're gushing Bent over backwards to come in last place Where's the profit? Where's the check? Choke on the paper lodged in your neck You wear the fabric of failing You are the needle and the stitch You weave the fabric of failing You don't deserve this You are the link to a dead cause You are the charlatan You are a burning paper trail Dry heaving on a wasted stage You may sing it But it's clear that you don't really mean it What's the pay, what's gonna be the profit? You got something to say? Say it! Eat your earnings, put your money where you mouth is Rock n roll is dead, and you're the reason for it So punk, so pathetic clinging to it Cash out, old thieves are the new musicians You've been subject to this new debt I've given all I had to see you crumble into dust, there's no reality to the words that you spit from your tongue, this sound is lust. Fashion your words from the profit that eats you alive, no sincerity or respect for the message you contrive. Behead the king and taint the meat, this milk has soured. Wolf down the heart and watch the youth be devoured. Horns on the hoods of angels, horns on your halo, cruel intentions lead to bitter endings don't you know? Don't you know that money in the world won't buy you a home?
3.
We play musical chairs without the noise and sing ourselves to sleep with no voice I am weary of the cunning and no stranger to the cold I ask for no holy confession in exchange for my own soul Every father of my father With bruised and broken hands I'll take comfort in not knowing what it means to be a man I rest my eyes on sinking ships And throw my heart into the sand Eventually that well runs dry and I'm the only one to blame Breathe easy in the floods, and put the devil on my back Dear fathers of my father, I hope I gain what you have lacked My failures trump the triumph I don't think you understand It takes a man to own up to having no clue what makes a man And this dire word has spread upon me Through the blood in my veins From the glass that you taste Carry burdens down to every grave We won't see the light of day No light for our way Stumbling over myself constantly to pick the pieces up I could blame the rain for my troubles but you know it would never own up And I confess that I'm a mess, I've probably wasted all my worth But for what it's worth I would chop down my family tree to build a home From what it looks like to me, there's a hell of a lot of trees But only one can smell my fear and make me look the other way From what it looks like to me, I've got a lot to lay to waste My sharpened teeth will surely break before I save my grace And this dire word has spread upon me Through the blood in my veins From the glass that you taste Carry burdens down to every grave We won't see the light of day No light for our way Head full of blind eyes always leading me astray A dialect made out of ash is the only way we speak.
4.
I've created a monster with bolts in its neck I've spread out every flaw I thought I kept in check I've lined my pockets with sand and filled my glass with gold And cut off the hands that always made me let go All that it is, and all that it's been A carrion throne upon a garbage hill Hold your breath, cause baby it's death Oh what a mess I have made of myself And on the same old winds I set sail Into a blood-drenched sea of curmudgeon appeal I let the wolves descend down the throat of my chore I can't beware the ides, for they are at my door All that it's been, and all that it is A carrion throne upon a garbage hill Hold your breath, cause baby it's death Oh what a mess I have made of myself All that it's been, all that it is A carrion throne upon a garbage hill Hold your breath, cause baby it's death Oh what a mess I have made of myself Bedlam came at me with a drooling mouth And a tongue that smelled fear and knew it's sound This ain't death it's a penultimate grave My own mistakes are the reason i can't be saved All that it is, all that it's been A carrion throne upon a garbage hill Hold your breath, cause baby it's death Oh what a mess I have made of myself All that I am, all that I'll be A bloodless urchin, a siren to sea I'll let my soothsayers bring whatever my own sirens will sing All that I am, all that I've been A mirror to watch myself sink down I followed the leaders of the followers My heart lies in love with my every failure My legacy, the broken back My legacy of heart attacks - wrecked Fair is foul, and foul is fair Of thyself so unaware with no care Underneath my gun Underneath my sun With no one Bleeding out from the eyes Bleeding out from the spine - dead
5.
Staring at a blank sheet No words, no thoughts, no memories I have sown the seed But what has grown will always bring me to my knees I'm a bastard liar I'm a no-good thief and a calloused soul You are the bee sting resting on the roof of my mouth You're the absence of reason for the stories you told Flood me with the same cause of death Be it sickness or injury or from myself Everything is imperfect Everything is a hoax I'm the out-group punchline of an inside joke The cross you've stapled yourself to Can't hold a candle to the hell I'll put you through Turn your head and see mine swinging in my noose I'm right by you I am just like you 'cause I'm a dirty rotten thief and I'm a liar too I am just like you I will steal from the broken like the broken do Hey, you don't understand Make your bed with beggars hands Hey, you don't comprehend Make your bed with failed amends We are the wolves amongst the herds of sheep I am another liar in the den of thieves I missed out on the way it should be Another freak of virginity Suffering all the same (I will not be your victim) Bury me in tragedy (I will not be your worst mistake) Suffering all the same (I will not be your victim) Cast me down among the thieves (I will not be your worst mistake) I will not be your victim I will not be your soul to take You will not be the reason I repeat all the same mistakes I will not be your victim I will not be your soul to take I won't be your mistake
6.
Lone wishes for lone wolves Tame the witches for their blood Dry and weary Southern Sun Pale horse riding through the Earth Vultures still circling overhead Body by body, eat the dead Mouths of widows speak in tongues Burned and blistered Southern Sun
7.
Good Fences 02:23
I know the children of the dead are holding hand in bloody hand As we sweep them under rugs that were intended to be rags Good fences make good neighbors Black the wood and black the flags Put them over all the joy of all the things we could have had Take your name, mark your place, another pain that soon will pass Admission by appointment, love's a privilege, death's a fact Black eyes will see no future A bed turned inside out, chivalry's dead and in the ground I built my fences high to keep me in, not keep you out You cling to reckless biddings, you wrote that book so well Our unborn children mock the days we numbered life in hell Hold up the heart like an armed robbery I can never sleep, 'cause all I do is die in my dreams (Regret on repeat) You'll find no comfort in your own self loathing Believe me when I say I've been you before
8.
Hang that messenger There ain't gonna be a return to sender But I'll keep guns loaded just in case that barrier decides to break Wave that banner proud Cause it's a white flag waving over hallowed ground Dig deep, derivative The earth's rich with brand new graves Our children have been branded by the mark of the beast of our abscess Still draining, still drowning waiting for a sign of the everlasting My palms have sweat for too long My heart skipped too many beats Pulseless, like the monster that I had thought i would always defeat Barely broken but still feeling the rush Of being pushed underneath your bus Once I'm rolling, I just can't stop My guts at my feet could be all that I've got March on, turn the key If I run fast enough I can escape anything Pulseless in my clamor Dead weight will never wait Wear your wounds Can't see the water for the sea Can't forget the forest with so many trees.
9.
Cancer brings me close Wide eyes still whisper to the friends that are ghosts Stop me if I say too little, too much I don't mean to use your casket as a crutch It's a promise broken time after time I want to question every method, every reason, every rhyme It's a shame proven day after day Force-fed false hopes only to throw them up again We played out and paid all our dues And we still have so much to lose We lay in the holes that we dig Hammer another nail into my coffin We've played out, we paid all our dues What's left but life that we could lose We play in the holes that we dig We are only statistic I brace for the storm every step through the door Another cloud of ash to sink into my bones Dead-end path (Clip my wings) A road with no exits can't fully grasp existentialism Clip my wings before I have a chance to grow them I will not grow them We played out and paid all our dues And we still have so much to lose We lay in the holes that we dig Hammer another nail into my coffin They say everything is borrowed Cast your wishes to the well Who are they to judge the lives and deaths of all your sons and daughters They said all was borrowed This life is just a barter I'll strap myself to disbelief and be the martyr We are only statistic I watched them put you in the ground in the rain I saw an empty sky where heaven should have been We are only statistic (We have broken away)
10.
Arkadelphia 03:32
Everything that you had has been turned to dust Lay down inside your casket with your broken trust Hammer a nail into the center of your beating heart I want rip you apart, baby I'll rip you apart Suck blood from the moon and the sun Spit out the teeth that you cut from your spaded tongue Looks like you've tempted the flood It's no surprise what you set out to kill is what you've become And I'm a sinking ship amidst a sea of shit But I won't beg for my life, even if you can save it I never wanted a war with a cell full of prisoners But no love lives in your disguise, void of devotion Lead the horses to the drinking hole just so you can drown them all Ambiguity has flooded me So I beg pardon for the patronizing apathy There's no soul The holy dollar cancer grows and grows Malignant masses for the masses, why, they do not know Borrow the hair, the style, the sounds that get the cash to flow Back to back, this draw was over before I said to go And I am blinded eyes amidst a sea of snakes But I wouldn't beg for my sight even if you could grant it I never wanted a war with a cell full of prisoners But I'll be the Brutus love to your Caesarian romance C'est la vie mediocrity Break off the key So let the walls close in and when your castle falls I'll be there claim land Looks like you've brought on the flood Looks like the arc didn't have the room save your lungs I hope you fester within And I hope it reeks to high heaven I am the Cerberus standing guard over hell Your new home is inside my mouth Rotting out from the inside Swallowed by the crux of pride Rotting out from the inside A liar once is sentenced twice (Back to back, this draw was over before I said to go) Liar

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released August 2, 2014

All songs written, performed, and recorded by the members of The Pilot's Archive.

The Pilot's Archive is:
Alex Turner
Michael Avey
Zan Weber
Dylan Winstead

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We're a hardcore/alternative band from the grit of Manchester, TN, USA. Live shows fueled by passion, music fueled by pure honesty. For fans of Norma Jean, Glassjaw, La Dispute, and Every Time I Die.

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