All music written and performed by Housefires 2011.
Produced by Neil Kennedy at The Ranch Production House, Southampton.
Mastered By Alan Douches at West West Side Music, New York.
Artwork by Ben Watson at Ace Is High Design.
Only a creator can destroy a creation and only a change of heart can kill an expectation. I’ve been away for so long, come back to find out that you’re gone. I wouldn’t change the world for you. We didn’t have faults; every lesson learned another page we wrote. I wouldn’t change the world for you so tell me why you changed? I ain’t got time for your elite or all your small town ways. Trust me, because it’s all just a phase. My persona’s made with my own mind. I think I’ll hold my own, I think I’ll keep what you left behind. I think I’ll hold my own and I will keep what you left, so when I’m dead and gone we didn’t settle for no less. Like we still need you here. I wouldn’t change the world for you. We didn’t have faults; every lesson learned another page we wrote. I wouldn’t change the world for you so tell me why you changed? We’ll load the gun with everything that we hold dear to our heads, pull the trigger and have no regrets in being dead. As they lower our coffins into the holes, all the media can blame us for setting the tone. People live on in our minds and in our hearts, people embodied just for the sake of their art. As they lower our coffins into the holes, all the media can blame us for setting the tone. So take me back to where I used to be, this air is growing stale I can taste it on my tongue. I can’t pretend to be like you. I wouldn’t change the world for you so tell me why you changed. As they lower our coffins into the holes, all the media can blame us for setting the tone. Like we still need you here, like we still need you.
Track Name: Wilmcote
I’m kicking in my own front door, beats kicking someone’s teeth in. These hallways, they smell of failure, but nothing that some thick bleach cannot hide, cannot fix, cannot change. I think I’m running out of steam, living among the concrete beams, so get the fuck off the stairwell ‘cause I tagged my name on it. These bricks are grey like my soul, and I’m no longer in control. I’ll let my hate spill out all on the carpet and floor. Pick up the pieces I need, I’m walking right out the door. I’ve waited far too long for this one, so stand with me and watch this city fall around us. I know there’s a place for you and me where we can find some peace and tranquility. And maybe, just some day, I’ll find love in something else. We’ll sit before this scene as hope leaves, leaves our loneliness unbroken. Tell me what to do so I don’t end up like you? Tell me what to say before the ceiling caves? I’ve been standing here for hours, I’ve been counting down the days, I’ve been waiting for that something so that we can get away. I’ve been waiting on the sun. I’ll find love in something.
Track Name: All Non-Conformists Drink Coffee
As from tonight, I would like to throw the finest cuts of meat down to the dogs, watch the weaker ones fight for what’s left to eat. So what’s it like to be the only one with life flowing through your arteries? Although you fuck, you never fight, as well as fail every test, but I’ve got something that no high-class whore could ever undress. I tried call this down the line the best I can. I don’t think I can wait, I need a night out on the town. And we’ll turn all those frowns upside down. If no one lays down the rules, we’ll use our hearts as wrecking balls. One niche erases all doubt as you sign the pen to paper. If it all goes terribly wrong we will worry about that later. Scream it ever oh so loud, my mother will be so proud, when she sees that I’ve made plans and now I’m going somewhere beyond my fate to catch a train to somewhere far away where I can’t see, hope it holds my destiny. I’ll never know until I’m there. I can only hold tomorrow to my heart if I stay confident within me. I’ll never know until I’m there. We can run far away to a place where our dreams outweigh all our concerns, and if you stop us you can fine me on the spot. If no one lays down the rules, we’ll use our hearts as wrecking balls. Each time that you wake up, do you see yourself and think that maybe you could have had that one last drink? So take your time so you can see because your life’s too short to be having wasted thoughts. If no one lays down the rules.
Track Name: Do Not Open Before Christmas...
There’s blood all up these walls tonight. Don’t look me in my face, don’t come any closer. The words we never got to say are hanging from our tongues. I am okay with the idea of sinning. Your heart is turning black and blue it’s all because of me.
Track Name: This Gift Is For Life
Just like an ember from a flame I watched you flow through the wind, and I could never decide if you come from saints or a sin. Loss of will of life, this blood turns to white (As your light flickers away, into a matter of grey). This reflection suffers on, so tell me I‘ll save myself tonight (as you echo through the air, you’ll join the soil to lay bare). Scream to the skies, it’s on the underside of my eyelids tonight (Smoke is turning me white). Clenched teeth, bloodshot eyes (You won’t know). My heart is trembling (Right back, go back to the start). This heart is weighed down, won’t let another beat out (Particles, they have no consciousness). These walls are growing out of control (And our genetic makeup, it has no emotional ties). Scream to the skies, it’s on the underside of my eyelids tonight (Smoke is turning me white). Clenched teeth, bloodshot eyes (You won’t know). My heart is empty and these sentences they pour, there’s blood all up these walls tonight. Right back, we’ll go back to the start.