Dark Is The Path Which Lies Before Us

by The New Trust

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A Spoiled Surprise, A Cheap Reveal Sound is the sleeping of the aged Who've long outlived the wars they waged Deep dreamiing, sans the fear of monsters The villains of the era conquered Dark is the Path which lies before us The stoic older folk adore us For we brave the odds with something special, A certain "notgivinafuckness" So we sound the dull, electric drum of our hearts As unassuming as the towns which we are from Each beat - a sonic boom into the corners of your room Gone is the magic of the old days Enchanted forests turned to freeways Nothing left to imagination A spoiled surprise, a cheap reveal And you'll see, all through the annals of history Motherfuckers just like The New Trust Keeping a lid on the mystery Of what makes motherfuckers like us, us Dark is the path which lies before us The stoic older kids adore us For we brave the odds with something special A certain notgivinafuckness
The Life of the Infidel Comes Crashing Down I know how this goes My mouth is closed A secret buried beneath crypts of shame The life of the infidel comes crashing down One step closer to death You feel my breath on the back of your neck Hands up your shirt And though this definitely means my life I will not stop I cannot stop The song of the siren When played over the radio Sends cars full of sailors Driving right off the roads With one shining body That made everybody blind I know how this goes My eyes are closed Our engines idle as our lips touch I know it's wrong But I can't stay strong Through this siren's song: "We don't have to take our clothes off To have a good time" But it sure helps The life of the infidel comes crashing down A once ancient song of love Stands aside to unveil Bitter and black betrayal Now after all this time I need for you to see Sara Sanger, you sang My one true siren's song You saved my life
Absence Makes the Heart Go Wander Invisible ropes which bind our ghosts Weaken with distance, with time I feel the tension slack when we're holding hearts I feel them tug when we are kept apart This gedankenübertragung we've been practicing for so long Whose projection was once so strong Is the signal finally fading? All this time we've spent traversing air, land and sea Should, in theory bring you that much closer to me But these years propose a different hypothesis: Absence makes the heart go wander I should have seen this coming I should have known That we'd grow tired of being left alone But if you stand and stare across the sea It's like you're standing right next to me You'll hear my whispers carry on the breeze As you close your eyes to sleep Its like you're lying right next to me You'll feel my kisses as if in a dream
The Lost Language Once, a wild phantom sprang forth from a rock And we all called him god Giant-headed doctor locked the phantom up for ages Three children hiking from a bridge down a lush landscape Unleash the phantom playing children's games The children chant a secret spell in a lost language The rushing river speaks the spirit's name The birds and insects sing their song in the lost language Soon his magnificence will take its shape The bridge's underside will serve as the phantom's keep The children make their new home in the shade And a language lost In the darkest age Means a war will start And the world will change
Evolve Into Nothing (free) 02:21
Evolve Into Nothing I pledge allegiance to the fags, the immigrants, the drunks, The disenfranchised punks, hidden by rags And there's no such thing as god, for if there was, He'd be lost in obscurity where he belongs We are children of space and crustaceans All our extremities licked by flames of the sun Raised underwater by ice-dwelling mammals Schooled in a network of nerves, untied and undone We emerge unscathed, never looking back to wonder how Betrothed, betrayed, never having figured out You're so much more than the sum of the family you're from And the circumstances which you grew up around And if there really is a truth, then you'll never get your head around it My father crawled on the floor of the ocean The son of shit-tons of atoms swirling around My mother slept in the wake of a comet Catching on fire and slamming into the ground One day when we've all evolved back to nothing We'll spend our whole life exploding under the stars With even less of a real understanding That this incredible journey was actually ours
There's Been a Terrible Accident There's been a terrible accident I don't think I will get any sleep tonight I close my eyes and all I see is the accident Yeah I'm a survivor Is that supposed to sound glamourous That I survived where you have died? Lacerations and broken limbs An attitude that's indicative Of one who remains barely alive This life is dangerous These times are terrible Keep your head and arms inside this ride Bring yourself close to me The only shelter here I'll be the place for you to hide
Holy Wars 03:19
Holy Wars Dishonorable, the tactics we employ The battles in which we engage ourselves Everybody back home in their box Are unpacking shopping bags The ribbon magnets and the plastic flags Let them believe that there's a man in the clouds With an eye out for us on the ground And a halo for every boy Waits regardless of who he destroys And if you believe what you are told You've seen the dastardly dethroned And the commander sends the heroes home He sends everbody back home in a box Made of temples we've defaced And decorated with the shells we've shocked Let them believe that there's a man in the clouds With an eye out for us on the ground And a heaven for every boy Waits regardless of who he destroys Let them believe that we were summoned by fate To go and fight for a struggle so great When really we're party to enslaving the world
Chill the Fuck Out Flat on the floor Eyes up, facing forth Without a drink for twenty days now For whatever that's worth Each thought ringing out as clearly as a bell Sustaining long enough to write it down Dark is the path which lies before us, Songs of the Siren, sing the chorus On day twenty-one, the night's first alky bev It rushes over like a warm wind And goes straight to my head And it's just what I need to quell the aching hell Of the working week and those incessant bells Now it's time... To chill the fuck out I'll be like a hollow reed And let it flow through me like the wind
Wake Up, It's the Nineties I really don't care who knows Each second that it growns Deeper inside of me I really don't care who sees Because truly as they say Whatever's gonna be will be Deep breaths Nobody's here to harm you Deep down The feelings that swarm inside you Make you wonder What is it that alarms you? Is it that we are all afraid? But I really don't care who sees When I want to pull him close Whispering nose to nose And if he puts his hand around my waist Should I worry about being chaste I mean Hello? Come on! Wake up, it's the nineties! Deep breaths Nobody's here to harm you I know that we are all afraid And still, I really don't care I really don't care who knows I really don't care When we're whispering nose to nose
This Person is a Palindrome Your job is to move forward Head strong and heart that's hard These are the averages at work There is equality in human experience These are the averages at work Be how they want you to be Look how they want you to look Feel how they want you to feel Build what they want you to build Oh, these precious minutes When you talk to me, minutes You show me the value within it On the high & vibrate My shit's on bark the whole time That we hang out Each number, a door unopened Each cold call Each message, an embrace Each dial, a knock upon the door Each call, a call of desperation A sideways invitation And the names drop I'll throw this phone into the ocean And have a real conversation
When the Dead Start Rising We are retarded, I mean the way we act The way we're talking shit As soon as the other one turns their back Why be opponents, When we should be so much more? You just surround yourself with sycophantic, blithering bores You need to be near people that you can trust Forget all those liars, you should know that you can come to us Because I know this climate is soon gonna change And the sun will rise on an army of gray, slack faces And all the places we used to enjoy before Will never be safe again When the dead start rising We'll need all the friends that we can get Come to the Forty and meet some like-minded friends of mine That's Jerry Ilkenhons, that's Jaypee, that's Kerri Valentine We've got machetes and much, much more in the van And we're set to roll off these city streets as soon as we can And up to the mountains, where the water is fresh With imported cigarettes Because I know you hate to settle for less We'll drown out the groaning of the undead below And I believe we were meant for a higher purpose To someday surface as modern Adams and Eves When the dead start rising We'll be warriors one and all And like the fate of warriors We will watch each other fall And when we too start rising, We'll have to act right there and then When the dead start rising We'll need all the friends that we can get
The Body and the Brain Unbridled debauchery When you bring your body close to me At the time, what feels right is truly wrong And where's the crime, when tonight... The body always lies when it comes to love She knows only what she needs The brain can't decipher what is real or not The body has put him to sleep
You've Got to be Fucking Shitting Me Sugar telephones at twelve o'clock Says she's pulling up around my block And would I like to drive to the coast Through hiccuped sighs I asked her once why she has to climb Behind the wheel when she starts to cry Said it's the only thing that calms her down And I let it slide She pulls over without warning For a six pack at one o clock in the morning We've only been out an hour, girl You've got to be fucking shitting me We go speeding through a sleeping town Bottles up and the windows down Sugar, please put your seat belt on And she laughs at me "If I liked being told what to do, I'd have brought my dad along instead of you" I put my seat back and drifted off As Kate Bush sang And dreamed as the dawn set in We drove straight through armageddon And when we finally reached the ocean, there was nothing left We cooed at the howling darkness As white lights showered down upon us Spaceships all around now You've got to be fucking shitting me I awoke as we approched the coast The rising sun chased away the ghosts I really should have stayed awake Cuz now I feel like shit Sugar weaves the car along the cliffs And jerks the wheel for the fun of it "Would you please put your seatbelt on" And she laughs, but listen here... I'll be the one laughing Shockwaves shooting through the mountains The coastline's in the shadow of a giant wave Cruise liners capsizing As planes crash along the horizon And I'm the one buckled in Girl, you've got to be fucking shitting me


released January 23, 2007


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Josh Staples (of The Velvet Teen), Sara Sanger & Julia Lancer formed The New Trust in early 2003, first as a vehicle for a handful of short, upbeat & dark, punk-tinged-pop-songs penned by Staples, but over the years have evolved TNT into a true collaborative vision of the three.
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