Blue Skies Burning "In Totality"

by Dropping Bombs

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    Full ten-song discography for Toledo emo-core greats Bue Skies Burning. Limited to 200 copies (100 on white, 100 on transparent blue), this release seeks to shed light on a band that was both underappreciated and gone too soon.

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Tracks 1-6 originally released on CD via One Day Savior Records.
Tracks 7-10 originally released as a demo.

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released September 1, 2019

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Track Name: Summerfield, Michigan
random picture frames flash. embedding flickering moments. as i grasp for distant memories of a past. lived so carelessly. and when reflecting on departure. it's hard not to hate yourself. when you can't put the words to the face. so tell me what time has healed. because a knot still wells in my throat at the thought of you. and i keep waiting on you to wake up. separated through a heartbeat. you breathed words that hung suspended for years. and what i'd give to see that familiar face again. choking back the damp, hesitant stillness. sullen eyes slammed shut and wished upon the arising dust. spoke your father. always remember us. we won't last forever. stricken me with another tight ropewalk. and i keep waiting on you to wake up. you didn't look quite yourself amidst awkward stares and sprouting goosebumps. that rusted anchor slipped through our hands that day. and what i'd give to see that familiar face again.
Track Name: Last Leg of My First Race
you threw the blood in my face. red paints these aching walls. those were times of faltering lies. when our tongues spoke in spite. i burnt you to a crisp. the guilt was hard to swallow. but you will be reborn and i will soon follow. what can be brought back? when the weight makes it hard to back track. you threw the blood. right in my face. left ashamed. daunted by the aftertaste.
Track Name: Tonight Distance Spoke
and i lost the key to unlock this door that's laughing back at me. but brave hands will push and budge these rusted hinges free. let me in i said and i'll take the blame. unrestrained. you divide the sides. it's tactical charades. pin down the martyr and count to three. sing so lazy before you begin to bury me. no love lost. no skin off the serpents back. archived remains traced back to me. so inventive yet pathetic. there are no angels in these ashes. no love lost. strike the match. you swore it was almost painless. leaky lungs spilling confessions. there are no angels in these ashes. you swore it was almost painless. leaky lungs spilling confessions. black air charcoal breath kiss. there are no angels in these ashes.
Track Name: The Plastic Pony Show
reeling from nineteen years as your blemished son (sun). carrying clipped wings of solace that shone through like wilted flowers. an autopsy of this family's heart. laid out the broken ties and etched in pinpricked words. a keepsake to hold tight. poison seeps from your words. the bleeding boy to be used. purge the life from the undeserved. the first instinct was abused. displaced. be my sobriety. aversion. flinching at open arms. severed from love. festering for so long. so when the well runs dry. we scrub our tainted hands clean. so who's turn to cry? with ease slip the blinders on. severed from love. it's been festering for so long.
Track Name: When the Fondest Feeling Dies
paint over the flawed perfections. a rendition. a masterpiece of hidden resentment. pounding out failures before these jaded eyes. you are the loudest silence. a roar of empty emotion. take a walk with me and let's get the demons out. red lips are split. the floodgates are gushing. drowning in a ship wreck of love. when the fondest feeling dies. it's a loose interpretation of intent gone wrong inside. pathetic, guilt-ridden motives. what do you think you can take from me? muddy hands and dirty eyes. digging up ugly treasures. expectations can kill the sweetest intentions. who would have thought it was you?
Track Name: In Light of Certain Events
always crawling back to drink in this sense of intrigue. a slip of fate. there was a certain sense. a spirit that sheltered us. an incased movement in which we lived. now tied with dead vines. stuffed in crowded shoeboxes. was there ever a right time? to be appropriate. seduced by the enticement of togetherness. lured by the promise of your face. dismantled every last wish. in the name of malice. this baited hope, a weapon forged from your words. rendered without a touch. these brittle bones slowly mend. sinking as forever yours. animated through misleading moments. always crawling back to drink in this sense of intrigue. abrupt raised hands fizzle on fossilized shores of anchorage. as the amount of passion poured seeps through crevasses of crushed sand castles. and i am negated. there were waves in my eyes and they crashed upon unyielding feet. an absent child reminded of failure. wades in waters of deceit.
Track Name: Last Leg of My First Race
you threw the blood in my face. red paints these aching walls. those were times of faltering lies. when our tongues spoke in spite. i burnt you to a crisp. the guilt was hard to swallow. but you will be reborn and i will soon follow. what can be brought back? when the weight makes it hard to back track. you threw the blood. right in my face. left ashamed. daunted by the aftertaste.
Track Name: Fire On My Tongue
Regressing to your past self. to where the failure goes. where the victims look like yourself. your guiding stranglehold. inflicting. striking out. but you can't keep it under lock. i've seen your shamed face but you can't keep it under lock. i've seen the sorrow fill your eyes. your hands soaked dripping with their tears. like spitting fire instead of words. an embrace to cure the wounds. trapped in thought yet clutched in hand. a moment to relinquish the pain. open your hands and give it back. this twisted form of life.
Track Name: Driving Down King
has the glass struck the table for the last time? as tears crave their way through hardened skin. with hands cemented to my face. thoughts of forgiveness. erase the sting of acceptance. the air carries the pain. slowly seeping right through me. shoots holes in my theories. of emotional immunity. invicibilities. you don't have to open your eyes to see who's next in line. to receive your open fist of reality. has the glass struck the table for the last time or is this just lies to hide behind. i can't keep this up for much longer. lies to hide behind. running out of fuel. like a paper airplane you're destined to crash. you crossed your heart but you hoped to god my wishes died. it's that time of the year. i can smell the fumes in the air. you got another fire to start. another life to take apart. reviving the struggle to remain the same. how could you let this go array?
Track Name: When the Fondest Feeling Dies
paint over the flawed perfections. a rendition. a masterpiece of hidden resentment. pounding out failures before these jaded eyes. you are the loudest silence. a roar of empty emotion. take a walk with me and let's get the demons out. red lips are split. the floodgates are gushing. drowning in a ship wreck of love. when the fondest feeling dies. it's a loose interpretation of intent gone wrong inside. pathetic, guilt-ridden motives. what do you think you can take from me? muddy hands and dirty eyes. digging up ugly treasures. expectations can kill the sweetest intentions. who would have thought it was you?

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