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Soft Drop

by Tuvaband

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1.
Horses 03:16
Isn’t it odd There is peace in my living room Sometimes I feel like a fraud when I forget about the war outside a living room abroad For how long can I keep on listening and nod We had our luck, and there is nothing more to it And one day we will fall of our horses oh, oh, oh, humankind Please, just rewind Stop pretending you’re blind Stop pretending you’re blind What is he thinking of Delusional men have won The town he knew is gone There is no colours in the dawn They think everything is a foregone We had our luck, and there is nothing more to it And one day we will fall of our horses oh, oh, oh, humankind Please, just rewind Stop pretending you’re blind Stop pretending you’re blind Isn’t it odd The planet is divided in gardens with signs saying «no trespassing» 
Isn’t it odd The planet is divided in gardens with signs saying «no trespassing» We had our luck, and there’s nothing more to it One day we will fall of our horses One day we will fall of our horses
2.
When he got older Older than when he was before He wanted so much more things grew to be such a bore He grew one sided yet, he felt so divided couldn't seem to fit his part It became destructive, not asking why saying nothing is the same as telling a lie saying nothing is the same as telling a lie And this is why he had to leave And this is why he had to leave I have a secret because they never asked me I have a secret but it didn’t have to be I am a secret because they didn’t want to see They didn’t want to know, my secrets seem to grow He was in his bubble He started to stumble when he came out He didn’t understand what your talk was about Something about this place which you all seem to embrace He wasn’t part of the chase It became destructive, not asking why saying nothing is the same as telling a lie saying nothing is the same as telling a lie And this is why he had to leave And this is why he had to leave I have a secret because they never asked me I have a secret but it didn’t have to be I am a secret because they didn’t want to see They didn’t want to know, my secrets seem to grow I have a secret because they never asked me
3.
Wolfpack 04:34
I found a bag of past Dusty words, unfettered shame These delusional lines of fame We were pretty much the same We were pretty much the same These old costumes and masks Disguised and gone What the hell have I done What the hell have I done Now, I must feel shameless I will feel shameless now I feel, I feel, I feel the temptation Oh oh oh oh I must feel shameless now Now, I will feel shameless Well I’ve buried people back then when everything was lame All of us were pretty vain Nothing done, if not to gain There was nothing done if there was nothing to gain I just hid it with my wisecrack Behaved like the maniac I see some people running back I see some people running back To their wolfpack Now, I must feel shameless I will feel shameless now I feel, I feel, I feel the temptation Oh oh oh oh I must feel shameless now Now, I will feel shameless So we lost it for a while Time Immemorial put minds in detention White sorrows of this generation I feel, I feel, I feel the temptation Oh oh oh oh I must feel shameless now Now I will feel shameless
4.
Puppetshow 03:09
It all stops to grow he noticed a few years ago when he quit the whole sideshow embarrassed in the afterglow Getting to know the flow: the world’s a large puppet show He hated all the smalltalk, yet didn’t have a mental block knew he was not the strange one the majority was in the long run Their behaviour didn’t make any sense and they were so got damn tense they were so got damn tense All his life he watched them crowd up one after the other Now unconsciously scrolling abounding their reflections to an endless stream of entertainment This is how it looks like after an ascent But they still don’t They still don’t get his discontent They still don’t get his discontent He observed as the world went under No one told him when he was younger Didn’t want to make a number as he watched his older brother eating the livestock supper He swallowed his pride, yet another He swallowed his pride, yet another He swallowed his pride, yet another The City is painted in sad Everything marked with an ad he already knew the government were mad It’s not about tomorrow The world’s a large puppet show All his life he watched them crowd up one after the other Now unconsciously scrolling abounding their reflections to an endless stream of entertainment This is how it looks like after an ascent But they still don’t They still don’t get his discontent They still don’t get his discontent The world’s a large puppet show
5.
But Everyone Else Is Doing It
6.
Mother 02:50
Now the year’s been shorter days flew by like they weren’t really yours Try to keep your balance on a string but that’s not easy while you’re doing that thing You’re climbing to reach not stopping to breathe loosing your speech We’re far ahead and our days belongs to the future When you feel it It’s just the mother telling u this is going too fast this is going too fast She’s saying we got here too soon We can’t adjust just yet We can’t adjust just yet We can’t adjust just yet Now the year’s been shorter days flew by like they weren’t really yours You suffer of an inner-rash But you can’t see it, world’s a mash Look at what we created You don’t see it but this is what you once hated We’re far ahead and our days belongs to the future When you feel it It’s just the mother telling u this is going too fast this is going too fast She’s saying we got here too soon We can’t adjust just yet We can’t adjust just yet We can’t adjust just yet We’re not here right now We’re way past somehow We’re way past somehow If the skies weren’t moving so fast, and the trees did not sway in the wind If everyone froze for a moment, and we paused for a while By being so virtuous We made world torturous Look what it did to us
7.
This isn’t easy, but I’m not saying this is hard Relax, calm down, I’m not saying this is hard I’m not saying this is hard I don’t want you to get the wrong impression I step on my toes, I weigh my words I weigh my words I know we said “always”, but sometimes I fear that.. No, don’t worry Don’t worry, I’m not saying this is hard Don’t worry, I’m not saying this is hard Don’t worry Nothing is settled like I will be older You told me I’ve kept my breath I had been keeping my breath And I opened my window I opened my window Nothing is settled like I will be older like I will be older This isn’t easy, but I’m not saying this is hard Relax, calm down, I’m not saying it is hard When u see me in my bubble, When u see me in my bubble just let it be When I crawl out and if I stumble Pour me the wisdom if I’ve had a little leak Pour me the wisdom if I’ve had a little leak Pour me the wisdom Nothing is settled like I will be older You told me I’ve kept my breath I had been keeping my breath And I opened my window I opened my window Nothing is settled like I will be older like I will be older When you see me in my bubble just let it be When you see me in my bubble Nothing is settled like I will be older Nothing is settled like I will be older
8.
Soft Drop 03:30
This is like the lucid dreams made up by fools and regimes We know nothing is what it seams When they knock on our doors wake us up from our dreams they’ll appear on the apogee Knowing the present, presently knowing  You say, what else is there to know The grey is hanging low And I am waiting I am waiting for the undertow Try to run slow, trying slowly to run I’m still searching for a soft drop searching for a soft drop Try to run slow, try slowly to run I’m still searching for a soft drop searching for a soft drop I need the seasons Well I need to see them change I could change colours like the grouse You know what this is about Yet you refuse to hear me shout Knowing the present, presently knowing  You say, what else is there to know The grey is hanging low And I am waiting I am waiting for the undertow Try to run slow, trying slowly to run I’m still searching for a soft drop searching for a soft drop Try to run slow, try slowly to run I’m still searching for a soft drop searching for a soft drop Ok then, so are we just waiting for the day they knock on our doors wake us up from our dreams You know nothing is what it seams I’ m still searching for a soft drop Searching for a soft drop
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released September 7, 2018

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Tuvaband Norway

I produce dark indie alternative pop rock folk shoegaze post-rock quiet noisy minimalistic maximalistic lofi music.

‘Something Good’ from my upcoming album is out 30.09.22!

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