Withdraw
from Actual Magic by Featherface
-
Streaming + DownloadIncludes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.Purchasable with gift card
$1 USD or more
-
Buy the Full Digital Album
-
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumActual Magic physical disc, including a 12 page insert and artwork designed by Randall Hopkins.
Includes unlimited streaming of Actual Magic via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 3 daysPurchasable with gift card$10 USD or more
-
T-Shirt/Apparel + Digital AlbumIncludes unlimited streaming of Actual Magic via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 3 daysPurchasable with gift card
$15 USD or more
lyrics
I woke up to the ocean
Tapping my head
Opened my eyes, there was no
White noise
The old voice was dead
So I felt around for something
Earthly and real,
But I found no comfort in
The insects, the leaflets
Which sold me nothing
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
I walked in circles, I was
Wide eyed, bored
This can't be hell, I thought,
I'd paid my taxes and
and I paid my time
But the roots beneath me
Lift like eyes to the stage
And it's the heavens
They all reach for
They don't know
How short they'll fall
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
My head's a twisted mess of
Broken images
Oh, for the life of me,
I can't say if I'm alive
We stop by the open sky and
We fall to pieces, wishing
For plastic passion, some distraction
Until the rising action
And I'm divided, undecided
We sit face to face hoping to hide
Broken models, empty bottles
Over the eyes, appealing
And we don't mind them synthesizing
Each of the old warm feelings
But I'm divided, undecided
We sit face to face
Hoping to hide
Just outdated, overstated
Bits of the good life passing,
The system crashing
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
My head's a twisted mess of
Broken images
Oh, for the life of me,
I can't say if I'm
A puppet trying to
Forget my heart's a hand,
Or if I'm alive
Tapping my head
Opened my eyes, there was no
White noise
The old voice was dead
So I felt around for something
Earthly and real,
But I found no comfort in
The insects, the leaflets
Which sold me nothing
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
I walked in circles, I was
Wide eyed, bored
This can't be hell, I thought,
I'd paid my taxes and
and I paid my time
But the roots beneath me
Lift like eyes to the stage
And it's the heavens
They all reach for
They don't know
How short they'll fall
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
My head's a twisted mess of
Broken images
Oh, for the life of me,
I can't say if I'm alive
We stop by the open sky and
We fall to pieces, wishing
For plastic passion, some distraction
Until the rising action
And I'm divided, undecided
We sit face to face hoping to hide
Broken models, empty bottles
Over the eyes, appealing
And we don't mind them synthesizing
Each of the old warm feelings
But I'm divided, undecided
We sit face to face
Hoping to hide
Just outdated, overstated
Bits of the good life passing,
The system crashing
Patience, this time,
It's all used up,
I'm old enough to die
My head's a twisted mess of
Broken images
Oh, for the life of me,
I can't say if I'm
A puppet trying to
Forget my heart's a hand,
Or if I'm alive
credits
from Actual Magic,
released September 1, 2012
license
all rights reserved
tags
discography
-
Oct 2014 -
Oct 2013 -
Sep 2012 -
Oct 2010 -
Feb 2010
contact / help
If you like Featherface, you may also like:
-
APESHIT
by The Sound of Animals FightingThis Dallas group specializes in knotty, proggy songs with corkscrewing guitar lines, tricky rhythms and big, yearning vocals.
go to album -
The Whole Pulse
by Lightning CultIn songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound.
go to album -
Boleros Psicodélicos
by Adrian QuesadaThis solo album by Black Pumas co-founder Adrian Quesada was inspired by the funky sounds of vintage Latin soul.
go to album -
The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place
by Explosions in the SkyEvery day until a Covid vaccine is found, Temporary Residence makes one of its records Name Your Price. Today’s is a classic from EitS.
go to album -
I Tried To Fight It But I Was Inside It
by Nervous CurtainsDark but designed to move you, this Dallas group uses menacing synths and popping live drum to make heavily rhythmic post-punk.
go to album -
Not Getting What You Want, One Step at a Time
by Imp of PerverseGetting some serious Dean Wareham vibes from this Texas bedroom project that’s anything but lo-fi.
go to album -
The video for "Theurgist," from True Widow's forthcoming "Avvolgere," is as prismatic & hypnotic as the song it accompanies.
go to album
