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11-28-2009, 04:30 PM | #1 (permalink) |
FakingSuicideForApplause
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Eleventh He Reaches London
There doesn't seem to be enough love on this site to be honest. And IMO they are an amazing band both musically and lyrically and thus far haven't disappointed me in the slightest.
Introduction Eleventh He Reaches London is a five-piece hard rock band formed in late 2002 in Perth, Western Australia. The band's name comes from the story of Don Juan from Lord Byron. In the eleventh chapter, the protagonist reaches London. Eleventh He Reaches London sat beneath a tree sometime in 2007. They thought of music and they thought of life; they thought of the perfect way to balance both, but soon realized that one was far easier to love than the other. They wrote “Hollow Be My Name” soon after, an endless representation of positive and negative emotions, of audible notes that have lost their way since 1927, when Henry Thomas first sat on the bank of a river and composed the “Fishing Blues”. They recorded in 2007 and 2008, breaking the record they had previously set for hours spent in Bergerk! Studios by a band on a single project. Studio Releases The Good Fight For Harmony In early 2005, the band returned to Bergerk! Studios with Allen Smith to record their debut full-length album. The album, The Good Fight For Harmony, was released on 14 December 2005. The Good Fight For Harmony reached the top of the local charts, almost selling out of its first pressing within a month and a half. "Say You See Why So" receiving airplay on Triple J and local radio. Hollow Be My Name The band's second album Hollow be my Name is to be released on 28 March, 2009 on Good Cop Bad Cop Records. Thematically the album is dark and introspective. "It's about blaming anybody else other than yourself for you own misery. Themes like God, government and father, blaming them for your own problems. There's a definite story in the album. It's not all in order, it's a bit jumbled. It's not necessarily the same protagonist throughout the whole album, but the stories are definitely linked." Genre The band is classified as: Post-hardcore, Post-rock with elements of Screamo Reviews With the respect to the two studio albums, I have quite enjoyed Hollow Be My Name more than The Fight for Good Harmony by only a marginal factor. Main reason being because Hollow Be My Name has much darker elements to it than their first album, with themes that I find to be more crushing and emotionally draining. The intensity of the emotionally styled vocals and deeply riveting strums of guitars make this a magnanimously outstanding band. Their style can furthermore be classified as being eclectic and can only be fully realized upon listening. The following is another review which I found quite useful: TSB Reviews Downloads Since they are void of videos on the internet, I took the liberty of uploading a few choice songs to which I have become grossly addicted. Hollow Be My Name 01 Hollow Be My Name.mp3 I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need 03 I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need.mp3 Girt By Piss http://www.mediafire.com/?jnlu5km0ij3 Lyrics Hollow Be My Name I work on earth Baron and brown Smuggling seedlings Something will grow I watch the seeds Turning a tree Foreign insects Trespass the leaves I work on earth Baron and brown Frail and sun-burnt Unlike my tree It strains away Gathering height Closer to God but Further from me It joined the earth Baron and brown Same in context I hated its sight I tore the limbs Stripped off the bark If I can't grow here Neither will he I'm allowed to grow In the vision of God But he'll strip off my bark if I grow to the world I'm allowed to live As a symbol of birth But nothing, no nothing, is ever, ever allowed I'm allowed to grow In the vision of God But he'll tear off my limbs if I grow to the world I'm allowed to curse him If he's the one that built me I'm allowed to use his fucking name in vain I dream sleeping beneath it I dream being its father Teaching all there is to teach about the world I'll stretch out my limbs And outgrow this fucking world If it gets me killed then so be it 'cause I'm tired of the world And the world is tired of me The tree won't grow and nor the world around I never knew that I'd destroy it all I could plant a seed and grow another tree But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do From threats below the Tropic Of Cancer And nor should he do I was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til I die o' it My God doesn't quiver from threats below the Tropic Of Cancer Well I was born who I was, no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign, "Here be a cunt" I sat beneath portraits and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm I used only pencil, because nothing in my life can ever last I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I made her cry I watched my sister watch me, we both agreed kids like us never last I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the fern Decaying leaves, a garden tool She drags her fingers across the earth I can hear my mother weep In other soil in another world She's getting drunk and starting fights With famous pricks who run the world I can hear my sister weep In another house in another room These fingers move faster These lungs grow louder I can hear my body weep "Spare the drama, now go to sleep" My father looks upon his house and into ferns and tells his son "You've made your women weep So leave the house or leave your life" I dream, I dream of England Oh foreign fern, the world in bloom I dream, I dream of England Oh rotting wood, my boat to sail I never thought of what I did I fucking love what's wrong with me No prayer or wine could twist my arm To say I was wrong about my life I'd never harm a living soul If I was told they didn't deserve it Decaying leaves to hide my corpse I don't want his hands to fucking touch me I hid in the local fern, but no one ever knew I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia I, made myself quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia I, made myself quiver, through social dissonance and forced dementia Girt By Piss Oh, all my boxes of collectible insects I've displayed proud in my room I told my sister, to never let My mother throw them out They are my gift To her child A reminder Of the colour Of the love And the crime That my aimless direction Was directed to strike Flies and locusts, I dressed as monarchs Sit in thrones in a kingdom of boxes I shovelled their guts out, trampled their corpses And dragged their bodies with oxen And I left The court house Under phantom guide Of the crescent Of the lord And his lions That face toward, (to each other) To corner the world Gaps between, the gaps I slipped through Endless chasms and moats of kingdoms I hid in the bracken, I listened and acted I tore the flesh from the bitch on the throne I was fucking bulimic to words of Jesus Fucking gospel from science reluctance I fell in the gaps, the gaps between and No one ever told me so Social dissonance, beds of bracken trials and judgments, science reluctance Social dissonance, beds of bracken trials and judgments, science reluctance Forced dementia, walls of water Girt by piss, the waves hit Ocean spoke to me We'll sail together, you'll be deck, I'm here beneath you Human spoke to sea Human spoke to sea I'll be your teacher, if you send a wave to drown us Ocean spoke to me So young, depressed and inflammable For as long as I've been living I hated something above my height Fathers, Monarchs or Government, so I stole From innocuous street vendors I felt like I deserved it all I needed worth between my hands To feel what worth felt like, at all As leave in chains so petrified I've never liked the sea Reflecting grinds of unjust woes As ocean froth so foreign cleanses me As I scratch away the face Of monarchs on new currency I'd snap this worthless coin in half And drag the ragged edge to die I woke from dreams about my life My Mother's smile and Father's fight A lack of sympathy for my fellow man In this boat I can finally Grieve Of my fate Of the life I'll waste And the gaps though the system that I fell I love the world I live in but I hate the country I've left I'll change you Australia or I'll leave again with a rope around my neck Oh I can be brilliant and oh I can change Oh I'd love to burn the union jack and never grieve again References Wikipedia Last.fm songmeanings TSB Reviews
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11-29-2009, 10:49 AM | #4 (permalink) |
FakingSuicideForApplause
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The 3 songs that I uploaded are all from "Hollow Be My Name". Last.fm also has a free download for "For the Commonwealth and the Queen". You should check them out.
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