Hyperborean

by HERRA TERRA

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hy·per·bo·re·an
/ˌhīpərˈbôrēən/
1. Class. Myth. one of a people supposed to have lived in a land of perpetual sunshine and abundance.

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released 05 February 2013

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Track Name: Portals
Call me up with your satellite.
From your house, into the sky.
Fill me up with all your love.

And I don’t mind if sometimes you lie.

I’ll take your love. I'll take a breath,
to make the sorrow fade away.
Don’t ever turn this off.

Cover me up with those starry eyes.
What once was lost, now by my side.
Feel me up with what was lost.

And I don’t mind if sometimes you hide.

I’ll take your love and make a bond,
to make the sorrow fade away.
Don’t ever turn this off.
Don’t ever turn this off.

I’m letting you know.
There’s something in the way.
You let me know,
we’re dancing in circles.

I'm letting you know.
There’s nothing in the way,
to let me show,
we're spinning in circles.

Don’t ever turn this off.
Don’t ever turn this off.
I’ll take your love. I’ll take a breath
to make the sorrow fade away…
Track Name: Buried Youth
Everybody wants to shoot a fang into a bleeding vein.
So cut me a new line as a new high touches down.
Anybody that is sold with fame Is filled with a selfish gain.
So bleed me out of time as the new fire rushes out.

We’ll run dry what we keep alive.

I never did want to be the bearer of a running revolving mirror.
Well bred to be the center of a lie.

It takes us so long to know where we’re going.
This is how I buried youth.
When we were so fucked up, aimed at nowhere again.
In places so long ago, I keep on getting here.

I never did want to be the bearer of a running revolving mirror.
Well bred to be the center of a lie.

It takes us so long to know where we’re going.
This is how I buried youth.
When we were so fucked up, aimed at nowhere again.
In places so long ago, I keep on getting here.

Maybe we'll float along safe.
Is true love reaching far enough?
Is all this pulsing for me to observe it?
Is your heart beating for you to have a purpose
in all that comes along?

This is how I buried youth.

It takes us so long to know where we’re going.
This is how I buried youth.
When we were so fucked up, aimed at nowhere again.
In places so long ago, I keep on getting here.
Track Name: Reason to Lose It
It grew me up to throw me out,
this current inside my head.
Will I realign to carry eyes?
It will not show itself.

It grew me up to throw me out,
this current inside my head.

Old pictures say it’s coming for eternity.
But all that you’ll see is coming for a big empty end.

Calling all to deepen the reason to lose it.
Come on, the deepest of reasons will resolve.

I picked it up to throw it out,
this comet inside my hand.
Will it realize there’s a bigger sky,
before I have a chance?

Old pictures say it’s coming for eternity,
But all that you’ll see is coming for a big empty end.

Calling all to deepen the reason to lose it.
Come on the deepest of reasons will resolve.
Fall off the deep end. We’ll lose it. Who needs it?
Come on the deepest of reasons will resolve.

Calling all to deepen the reason to lose it.
Come on, the deepest of reasons will resolve.
Fall off the deep end. We’ll lose it. Who needs it?
Come on, the deepest of reasons will resolve.
Track Name: Hyperborean
This old town brings me down.
Without a sound, it brings me home.
These old ties will always stay.
Even though we’ll cut them all.

Keep filling it with a rhythm and sound.

All lights burn out.
That doesn’t matter right now.
We’re all to blame.
We’re so ready to go.

This old town brings her down.
She found the sound that brings her home.
These old ties will always stay.
This is why we sold out.

Keep filling it with a riddled answer,
Keep filling it with a rhythm and sound.

All lights burn out, that doesn’t matter right now

I keep on telling myself
that these places are impermanent,
and nothing is ever meant to last.
I’ll keep on telling myself
nothing was ever meant to last.

All lights burn out.
That doesn’t matter right now.
Cause we’re all to blame.
We’re so ready to go.

All knives are out.
We’re so ready to go.
Track Name: DeadEnds
Don’t give into it,
in this assault,
in this array of blight.
Cause she’ll come home
and wring your neck.
A new dependency has come.

If the reason is for gold, turn here…

Every time I try to regain a grip on this, I’m slipping.

Here we stand,
for lies and disappointment.
Where all dead ends are golden.
Here we stay,
in rows of the broken.
Where all dead ends are gold.

Where all dead ends are golden.

What swept you away?
An endless result?
Their endless display of lies?
So just fill your dark recess with gold and
black out your eyes.

Here we stand,
for lies and disappointment.
Where all dead ends are golden.
Everyone is searching
the world for a savior.
Where all dead ends are gold.

Where all dead ends are golden.

Every time I try to regain a grip on this, it’s slipping

Here we stand,
in rows of the broken,
where all dead ends are golden.

All dead ends are golden.
All dead ends are gold.

Where All DeadEnds Are Golden.
Track Name: Kittens
We want to do bad things that we never have done.
Way before the days we we’re sober.
You took me over on that day.
Way before the days we were older.

But when we fell out never to catch the rope.
We'll cherish sunlight just before we hit the ground.

Grow up.
Get talkin' 'bout the things we try to work out.
Keep on telling me it's not the end of the line.
Grow up.
Keep talkin' 'bout the ones who rub you so wrong.
But the enemy’s song is the one you rely on.

We want to bring back those things we always have done.
Way before the days we were over.

I’m softly drifting on a plane looking out at both the wings
A tired captain repeats we’ll soon land.

But when we fell out never to catch the rope.
We'll cherish sunlight just before we hit the ground.

Get talkin' 'bout the things we try to work out.
Keep on telling me its not the end of the line.
Grow up.
Keep talkin' 'bout the ones who rub you so wrong.
But the enemy’s song is the one you rely on.

I’m softly drifting on a plane,
looking out at both the wings.
A tired captain repeats we’ll soon land.

I'm slowly moving down the lane,
knowing nothing can be the same.
Telling my self the plane will soon land.
I know it will soon land.

Grow up.
Get talkin' 'bout the things we try..
Grow up.
Get talkin' and talkin' bout the ones who love.
Grow up.
Get Talkin'