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by Sandboxing

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tachyon 3 years later and I've only become more certain that this was AOTY of 2020 Favorite track: Sweet Columbia Pt.II.
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1.
Waking up in a fog Is not the time to prove myself as one of them But it’s also the only time I feel I need To try and probably fail When you can barely stand up It’s not the time to start a mosh and look like an asshole But I feel like that’s usually how it happens I’m not trying hard enough to justify it When time gets trying, I get gone I’m not trying to break it down to simple science When I’m not trying hard at all And I’m sorry I left you I should probably tell you I’m not just trying to be cool Hey, God bless you for being selfless There was something that I had to do Waking up in a fog Is not the time to give yourself to someone else But it’s also the only time I’ve got the half a mind to trust myself
2.
Jawn Wayne 03:09
Heartbreak for another time You would’ve left me feeling empty If you could stay awake Long enough to break the news of every thought You say everything takes time Say you can’t believe me, like you don’t need me Say you don’t need my shit, you say you’re through with it But you can’t look me in the eyes Let’s talk about our problems When we talk about our problems, we talk about me I take everything in stride You might’ve guessed that I’m obsessed with Trying to keep up with the demands you give And the heartbreak that we cause
3.
Lead me to those back woods The one cliff with our view Step on through the river, our already soaked shoes Wrap me in your sweatshirt, I’ll give you mine to wear Stay with me forever, as long as you can bear Show me to your old house, show me up the stairs Show me to the kitchen floor and leave me lying there Hate me if you want to, love me if you can Want me how you want me, darling But you made me what I am I WILL MAKE MY PLACE HERE WHEN YOU SHOW ME YOURS YOU’LL KEEP LOOKING FOR ME AND FIND ME NEVERMORE!!!
4.
Call it quits, call out mistress, kids in sight Will his eyes roll while mine wander asking graves If this is the son that I’ve made? While in prayer my hands are to myself As if any of that would help Since I wouldn’t even dream of it But I have napkins with violet outlines of your lips, Insist an absence of attention deserves no moral exemption unless you condemn every motion that we’ve gone thru slipping tongues may say it’s untrue Despite myself, I never quite withdrew Calling it over, calling me over, I can’t say no I’m afraid our union is a matching to strike, Apparently, I cannot be left alone Picturesque, but not without guilt or consequence Neither mine nor yours, pictures on the darkroom floor Unless you condemn every motion that we’ve gone through Slipping tongues may say it’s untrue Despite myself, I never quite withdrew Despite myself, I never quite withdrew
5.
Smallest longwood invitation, the same indirect compensation for the sidewalk prominence in which vigilance has cracked a dozen eggs, convinced none of them will fry. And ever since the scenery might as well be footsteps that catch pavement unevenly. A second glance, stumbling advance towards our mothers, father’s apparent success. Wondering if due diligence could ever cash out into a paycheck with enough leverage to make a sufficient apology to the IRS. With all the mail I get, I figure this hypothetical check should at least cover their postage, and their unrelenting attention that would be flattering if not for the “PAST DUE” rather than the customary: “Hi, how are you?” There is no time, please don’t turn around There is no time, please don’t turn My fingers buried underneath, with a crow’s feet meets roots like recycled shoestring pencil sharpener essentials that had me worried occasionally. Until I catch apathy as if it were a common cold to keep me warm, selfishness in perfect form, selfishness and all the rest and I can only ask to do no harm and wish everyone else to oblige. A sheep that doesn’t see fleece is a shepherd by any means that can be accompanied by satisfaction left largely unachieved, words sufficient to concede, fingertips half-covered by winter sleeves, or the newest skyline made by make believe, and forever kept.
6.
Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk The infrastructure rots And the owners hate the jocks With their agents and their dates If the signatures are checked You'll just have to wait And we're counting up the instants that we save Tired nation so depraved From the cheap seats see us Wave to the camera It took a giant ramrod To raze the demon settlement But high-ho silver, ride High-ho silver, ride Take another ride to see me home Listen to me I'm on the stereo stereo Oh my baby baby baby baby babe Gave me malaria hysteria What about the voice of Geddy Lee How did it get so high? I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (I know him and he does) And you're my fact-checkin' cuz (Aww) Well focus on the quasar in the mist The Kaiser has a cyst And I'm a blank want list The qualms you have and if they stick They will drown you in a crick In the neck of a woods That was populated by Tired nation on the fly Everybody knows advice That was given out for free Lots of details to discern Lots of details But high-ho silver ride High-ho silver ride Takes another ride to make me Oh, get off the air I'm on the stereo stereo Oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe Gave me malaria hysteria
7.
Be still, Sweet Columbia, Sweet Columbia Master reasoning for how you move so quick How you move so quickly Be still, beating heart so quick Beating heart so quickly Yet still I believed familiarity was the same as relief How did you leave again?
8.
Well I guess I won’t see you this week Barely at all enough to see they’re growing stronger These racing thoughts inside my head They convince me you’re already gone And I’m as good as dead But your head still haunts my pillow I’m lying here awake, lying here awake And your loving presence lingers, all I can do is wait And I guess we won’t fly down silent streets In a world our own With the words we wrote six months ago Still trapped in envelopes As the metaphors that breathe inside Have lost their sense of hope
9.
It’s been a heartfelt heartbeat I think we both can tell And though our thoughts might not meet I really wish you well Now you think I’m just fine But you’re cold as the snow in springtime So, I’ll hold and resign And see the smile leave your eyes in real time I’m on a dark, worn car seat My mind is in the sky Wanting to keep these thoughts upbeat Not sure if I should try I’ll take what I find, and I’ll hold it inside until springtime So, I’ll hold and resign And see the smile leave your eyes in real time

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released August 14, 2020

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Evan Ballew - Bass
Hank Byerly - Guitar / Vox
Jimmy Conroy - Drums / Percussion
David Juro - Vox / Guitar
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All songs written and performed by Sandboxing except for "Stereo", which was written by Pavement.

Most stuff mastered by Hank Byerly.

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