One of the downsides of the transformation of what used to be my blog into what Stereofox is today is the fact that the whole quest for growth and exposure took away that place where I (often) honestly and without a second thought shared whatever thoughts were running through my head. Like an online shrink, but you talk to… whoever is out there. And frankly said, it often work(ed) for me. Not sure how much would I actually let “go out” nowadays, but nonetheless – “puking” some internal thoughts onto this place sounds like a good idea at this very moment.


So, the reason for this post is a band I saw live recently and then had the chance to send them few questions. Listener. and their website iamlistener. We are all listeners. Of our internal thoughts, other peoples’ stories… of life. I know getting used to their music might be a bit… strange, but if you really dig deep into the lyrics and manage to grasp the whole music/message interplay. It is one of a kind experience. These guys’ music feels like an emotional punch. Or at least I find their music as a very good background for those nights when you kinda feel being alone and just thinking about stuff.

We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of livingand since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never givenI’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghostsand it’s not only when these eyes are closedthese lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weatherand my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets betterbut it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.don’t let these waves wash away your hopesthis war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchorspulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviorsbut I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single boardwashed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shoresso come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefand fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachcome on and sew us together, tattered rags stained foreverwe only have what we remember


I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made itbut we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new startswe all have the same holes in our hearts…everything falls apart at the exact same timethat it all comes together perfectly for the next stepbut my fear is this prison… that I keep locked below the main deckI keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hiddenand my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use rightbut they’re heavy and I’m awkward…always running out of fightso I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking shiphoping it would help me float for just a few more weeksbecause I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beamlost and found like you and me scattered out on the seaso come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefand fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachcome on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained foreverwe only have what we remember


My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt waterI wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to seaif we hold on tight we’ll hold each other togetherand not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleepall these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electricshocking each other back to lifeYour hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connectedour bones grown together insideour hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braidedour spines grown stronger in timebecause are church is made out of shipwrecksfrom every hull these rocks have claimedbut we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the changeso come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefand fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachcome on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained foreverwe only have what we remember

and you were a house on fire, and I couldn’t understand whyburn me all down to the ground, you said, the fire is on the insideflames dancing like ghosts, behind the windowspain jumping from the wallsyou want to keep this private, I can see thatbut you can’t ask that of me, we’ve only just metI said we need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?the answer was silence…..I took it as a nowe all want to be normal anywayswe all want to be somewhere else than where we livebut that’s not reality, it’s just point of viewlet’s not talk about the weatherand whether or not there’s really rain the cloudsunless you want to know if I feel the same as youit’s more measuring up than just wasting timebut time is not on our side, you’re burningrain would only be a temporary fixand there’s just no place right now for cute ironies anymore you’re a house on fire.


We all write songs about life, we just sing them different.you sing the words but you don’t know the song.and you expect us all to sing along? how selfishthe lengths that we go to, to put so much distance between us is staggeringyou’re burning alive with stress and lifeboth hands in flames trying to hold the fire insidedrop and roll …repeat line for emphasis.I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe ityou’re gonna be ok! say it to me…the answer is still silence … I’ll take it as a maybeI can’t decide if I should knock down your door or on itsay the word and I’ll take an axe to your heart or a pin prickcut right through the dark, let it spill out the contentson our knees sorting through the remnantspour out your hate in my hands, I’ll let em slip through my fingersand this is for you, and this is for the times that we only listen long enough to know the other person we’re talking to has the same opinions we do.for when we’re burning inside, for when we’re trying to hide that factthis is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressedto scrape another notch on our belts, add another feather to our headressI want to be the bigger man for you, but I can’t take this truthI’m trying to kick the habit here, but these track marks are 100 proofburn me all down to the ground, you saidI’ll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head


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