Funeral Diner
Three Sides Dead Discography CD
Released in September 2003 by LilacSky Records (LSR 009)
First Pressing: 540 CDs, 25 came with a Live in Gothenburg bonus CD-R
Tracks 1-4 appear on the split 12" with Nexus Six
Tracks 5-9 appear on the split 12" with The Shivering
Tracks 10-14 appear on The World of the Forms split with Staircase
Tracks 15-17 are bonus tracks exclusive to this release
- lucky strike
Barely intelligible garble is what directs
Infects jargon that steers you to the wreck
Toiled and twisted day after day after day
You become withered and worn
A time tested flesh machine
Look back at the work
Look and laugh
Look and cry
Look at what you've become
Look at what you've accomplished
Work consume reproduce
- i wish i could do the backstroke
Out again humming that same monotony
Knowing yet again that familiar feeling
That torn chance dream held together by just that little bit
By that tiny spec of something promised
Can you see it?
Yeah, well, maybe you'll reach it one day
Along with that calm pool
Because in this pool it's sink or swim
But you're caught doing the dead man's float
I wish I could give you something different
But I'm lying in the water face down beside you
- choirs and cannons
What did we do to what we had?
Why did we break down?
All of us
Your voice in my head
What was it that you said?
Choirs and cannons like a million screaming voices
Explosions, regrets, the things we did
All those memories deafening me
Blasting in my head
I can hear you
I can hear them
What happened to us?
Where did we go wrong?
What happened to you and I?
Why did we lay down and die?
Choirs and cannons to deafen you and I
To deafen us and blast us away
- shifting
These motives seem so long forgotten
So please remind me why I'm in this chair again
And please remind me what is the lesson learned
Because your mouth only moves so slightly
Leaving me clutching to what you've said
Words that are only cut and paste
Words supposed to make me feel for Esperanza
When she can only bleed me further dry
Shifting me sideways in this chair
So please remind me why it's so the same and why it always hurts so bad
- direct hit
Can't make the pain stay forever
Days are gray and the sky is always within reach
Remember when the past was tomorrow?
Don't burn or bury me push me away, I'll fade
Can I have your nightmares?
Don't know why this moment hasn't passed
Hollow tipped words through quick shallow breaths
Remember the day she passed away?
Slip and fall, shatter like glass
This cruel existence misleads you everyday
There is no tomorrow, today wasn't supposed to be
Always looking to the past never saw the future coming
I'd rather burn in the night then feel the false comfort of masked sincerity
With broken promises and nightmares coming true
Signal the others let them come and see
- easy chair method
Awaken in time to a mechanism
Eyes flicker at the whisper of some distorted heaven
Soothed with electric fingers, the socket screams
A thing so intent on violence
An offering made by greedy hands
This is the making for a good excuse
A substitute
Point your finger at the scapegoat box
Ease the blame with self-fulfillment
A babysitter
These are the makings of a "how to"
Without the will of execution
Given birth by a subconscious friend
- torn safety net
This will be destroyed
Time has passed
The world is done
Three strikes of the pen
Open eyes, broken glass
Lead pours into the mold
Tools are being built
Exhume the foundation
Stare for hours at the flickering lights
Is this how you wanted it to be?
- anemic bulemic
- sleeping boy the paranoid
Spray painted the pot and kettle
Ground down sheet rock and metal
Rock slide, mud slide, land slide
It's all coming down and I'm waiting for it
Cast out the black
Built up the monolith
Cast out the red
I leave with apathy
Turn out
"Come here spineless boy," she said, "come here paranoid sleeping boy."
- my fist smells like graveyard
Claim your place as victim
In the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on
With hands held so loosely as I pour the water through
So many times I tried not to wonder
Conflicts avoided words mumbled under breath
Truth buried out behind a face
The advantage taken with no thought to rectify
When the well is dry they will reattach themselves
And again the face smiles, but not to mine
- we don't belong in concrete
Outgrown these shoes long ago
Standing taller, shooting better
The perspectives have changed
Can't be this way forever
The new is tired and old fresh faces showing their lines
Lives have started and finished
Watch them pass everyday
Watching them fall
Always a mystery when a face disappears
Don't want to be here but the roots run too deep
We don't belong in concrete but where else will we go?
- the night builders
Take down the clouds and burn the town
Just leave me a boat so I can escape
It's too late
I have no intention of calling this off
This is where we'll die and wake to black and white dreams
With our fists hidden behind lies tomorrow won't come
The night builders pulled down the sun
With shackled limbs and sleepy eyes
Touch your last morning
Forget I ever existed
- sleeping boy the paranoid (sean on bass)
Spray painted the pot and kettle
Ground down sheet rock and metal
Rock slide, mud slide, land slide
It's all coming down and I'm waiting for it
Cast out the black
Built up the monolith
Cast out the red
I leave with apathy
Turn out
"Come here spineless boy," she said, "come here paranoid sleeping boy."
- journeyman (portraits of past cover)
It's hard to believe the end has come.
I won't say I'm not apprehensive about telling you everything.
This will be my work.
I've condemned myself.
Let's not flatter ourselves- We're only as good as our trends permit.
I've been so fucking critical.
Tell me who hasn't.
You have no idea what you were to me.
Now you've left these shoes to fill, and they're so stiff.
It's hard to start anew.
- .5
- sleeping boy the paranoid (original version)
- pharmacy rage
Current Lineup:
David Manuel Mello
Daniel Patrick Bajda
Matthew Martin Bajda
Robert Beckstrom
Sean O'Shea
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