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Pity Won EP

by How Scandinavian

Marconi 03:09
shot down by both sides turn around and there's no line about to fall towards something new something to stay latched onto kinderd spirit fell away burning off a hefty sum so don't pretend to be alone wouldn't be the first time I saw it coming well I saw it coming the waste of a life well I saw it coming yes I saw it coming the waste of a life your secrets, anomosity passive agressive, always repressive must come with both types of weight somehow moved prior memories out of the way no need to spit hateful words you can just die alone and you'll never truly count because that's how you wanted it, how you wanted this I saw it coming well I saw it coming the waste of a life well I saw it coming yes I saw it coming the waste of a life and now, I know where you have been we know what side you're on "It's not too well to say..." well I saw it coming yes I saw it coming the waste of a life
did you have to be so cruel? to shoot down the possibility to avoid another boring evening (to wait is never easy) (I guess it was interesting…) I guess I didn’t want it that much cause I know much better than that getting mad about something like that is waste of time but am I fooling myself another damn time? I hope not well, I hope not (I hope not) you see this comes from a long list of times it’s almost like a “kind of” sitcom when I see that face: permeable-lee-us guilt I don’t think about how much I wanna punch it cause I’m not that great to that such thing unless I think about it another time… again... I hope I’m not another witness cause I’m getting bored of weighing in so I come outside, another thing (stray) here we go again, here we go, again. (it must have been tempting for a long time)
Sometimes it's better said than done if there's nothing left to say Between the parts we play and every delicacy of fake friars and days But she's based in ink and I'm not sure how to get close to that without falling into pathetic holds of someone, someone else's hand you couldn't even touch the amount of elation that this brings don't put yourself in the ranks of adolescent wants and needs the tepid desires I always hear about leave me out of them because two dimensions beats another drone filled whore and now I know how much more she means because she's straight from the books and I'm just half the man what did you want? what did you want? what did you want that I didn't know how to give to you? I'll never know I'll never know I'll never know Know, no, know, no, know, no Not in this lifetime
Bryophyte 03:28
listen to yourself chasing the years below under the belt of resistance you find out nothing's changed nothing's changed nothing's changed nothing's changed tell me the gaze is arranged the weight has left (as time sped up instead) but is it a lie? but is it a lie? is it a lie? so what is a lie to you? Laughing at how we used to seek out light that is not there A tunnel we found A train at the end
To remember all your used up claims there'd be no change it held no truth dragging on but I suppose I knew if I held you responsible then it would collapse so I carry weight of everything you'd rather live without you once told me there's a permanent way to escape sins so why did you leave me with them? I had hope now I have proof fell into a past it wasn't enough for you I had hope now I have proof have proof of this swollen facismile let it burn away the higher ups couldn't tell me the whereabouts with two torn letters directed to a secret place between the souvenirs you left I figured it out so where did you go to escape sin there's a permanent way so why did you leave me with this? all my real friends are dead most have gone to tell me; to tell me the same thing. most have gone, so tell me one thing why did you jump just to leave me alone? maybe I'm seeing sights just to see them or maybe insights simply have to connect to something else. but I'm not sure so justtell me on thing tell me, tell me about my friends who I'll never see, again tell me a story about how dreams are never-ending, again tell me about how, this wasn't in vain... because you denied me my last goodbye for you, again Well I had hope Now I have proof they told me they found found you hanging hanging by your neck


How Scandinavian's 4th EP.

Muddy production, louder guitars, drums that sound like muffled firecrackers; the works! I recently remastered this so it isn't ear-blaringly loud (March 2014), and I think it helps a bit with the dynamics.

I actually re-did some sequencing problems within the songs too, so they should sound better. If you downloaded this before March 2014, I highly recommend you re-download it and listen to it how it's meant to be heard.


released June 20, 2012

Bryan - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Vocals
Starlon - Bugle on "People's Perfume"
Stephanie - Vocals on "Bryophyte"


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How Scandinavian Palmdale, California

Alias of Bryan Santizo, founded in 2008.

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