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Letters from Home

by Red Flag Warning

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1.
A Letter 04:49
They found you where the sunrise marks the treeline In the park where we shared summers White flowers framed your body The frost in your hair, a halo made Your eyes reflected dawnlight Because they failed the shine their own Ever since you went away, white flowers have taken the place of you, placing roots where you used to be I see them from my window, they’re covering the city They’re growing on your grave Choking cherished memories – I can’t hear your voice, I can’t recall your face No breath can hold your name I can feel you taking hold of All that I know, all that I love Is this how you choose to haunt me? Through petals that refuse to fade? Then let my eyes shut ‘til the day you are returned to me Or blinded, evermore, I shall remain This letter is the last I’ll write I’ll cover it with dirt And if a flower should take root there You’ll never read a word I don’t want these flowers, I want you to return to me I’ll see you again
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Sinking 03:24
I'm having trouble finding sleep, finding peace it evades me once again, I watch it slip through my fingers. Drowning in an ocean of bedsheets a burning in my lungs watch the ceiling sky collapse through waves of solemn isolation as I commit myself to sinking where your voice can't reach me. Outside my door the hall continues breathing life into the walls that shape the rooms of the house. Do the pictures hanging in their frames show me what I am, or what I was? What have I become? O, to name my burden this weight around my neck to be free of this anchor that holds me to this bed. My life can be mapped out within ten blocks. I mark the years by summers spent with family, friends, and books. But I feel like something's missing there must be something more. I think I need to open up my door. I need to see this house that built me, be reminded of the love that wrapped itself around me whenever I was lost. I need to hear the sounds of trains ring through Maxine before I leave. So here I am, walking on the same route that I've followed for years, to the edge of town passed everything I know and still further I go. I think I'll leave part of me behind, the best of me to live within my shelves. I'll be felt throughout the house, with no more to take and nothing to be held I won't let you watch me sink, this burden is my own. I won't forget Maxine Street. I won't forget my home.
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I stand eternal. I stand eternal formed by The hands of Man that claw at the feet of God and Still fold themselves in prayer. By these hands Heaven might collapse And become one with the kingdom of Man. A kingdom made of concrete, steel, and asphalt halls A monument of mortal make I’ve watched them live and grow for generations I’ve earned their faith They’ve shared their hopes and dreams, And I’ve come to understand The meaning of God to Man I know that I was meant for something more To take the place of Heaven here on earth That I was made to satisfy their appetite With a taste of forever But I feel them growing restless They fail to see the reason In distance between this life and the next Now I fear what I must do I’ll pray I’m not forsaken If redemption still exists I’ve unhinged my jaw of towers grown to rival sky These teeth, like hands of Man that grasp at God, Will carve my name on Heaven’s gate as I Swallow moon and sun.
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Silvertongue 03:16
He came to me with a smile “I come to you as a friend, one with a question: What is it that you want most in this life? Power? Glory? Knowledge? Courage? Justice? Revenge? Heaven? Name it. Name your desire, it shall be yours. I ask for your soul in return. So what’s your answer to my offer? Let mouth and mind be quick!” “My mind and mouth are quick enough. My answer is this: God of Silvertongue My name will bleed your lips, Stay your cursed hands from ‘round my throat. You should have held me not in thought And freed yourself from me. O, God of Silvertongue, I am the End. Long I have waited For your ravenous shade to take the form of man And come to me. In showing yourself A question I must ask: What is it you want most in this life? Man of Silvertongue By the stroke of my blade I offer the freedom you most desire. Come closer to me And let me whisper, soft The only blessing you have come to know: Slave of Silvertongue The fault lies not on you – burdened by the weight of devilspeech. Steel will meet flesh The Tongue will be silenced. Find salvation in this violent act.”
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Cendre 04:02
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A dissonance within me resonates inside my chest Following the tempo set by this constant of a heartbeat I whisper your name so often that it feels just like breathing I swear I see your shadow walk alongside my own Old friend of mine, I have something to confess I’m not the man I thought I was The man I thought I would be Has not yet taken shape I am a coward feigning bravery, this mask becomes my face I was weak when you needed me for strength—when you needed me to keep you from the gun. Sorry’s not enough, and I don’t think that I can ask for your forgiveness When we were kids we’d spend our days walking the town I’d follow and you’d lead Riverbeds and alleyways, where we chose to lay our heads Concrete’s the perfect place for sleep. Now every summer, I grow older, Every winter growing colder. Your name grows warmer with every breath I take I don’t think I’ll ever understand Why you put that gun in your hand Or why you pulled the trigger But I hope you found some peace However far away you are from me I won’t be discouraged by the distance I think I’ll start to live again, and I won’t be alone You’ll be safe within my thoughts My memory—your home. A melody within me resonates inside my chest Following the tempo set by this constant of a heartbeat When I sing your name I swear I’ll scream it loud. A song made just for you. Can you hear the Sound?
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She’s a stranger in my bloodstream Her claw marks line my wrists Now she burns her way through every vein And crowns herself the queen She calls me her wasteland A living vessel bound to her and kept under her foot But my teeth will greet her heel Her porcelain façade Will be broken like the needle of her birth I’ve grown tired of this bond I will myself to bleed She fails to notice the resentment in my face If I could take her crown And cast her from the throne I won’t have a wasteland, but a kingdom of my own My blood screams its opinion. My body screams along. My veins become a chorus. I’m deafened by the sound. I choose not to bow. I choose not to praise. I come for her crown. I come for her throat.
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Crash 06:11
I return to when it happened, I see the damage done Chest plagued by panic, breathe and burn I remember hearing sirens, the soundtrack to the day And a mockingbird’s melody somewhere far away But now our hands, clasped, find no fracture No distance ‘tween our lips There’s sanctuary found in your vermillion kiss. In this bed we lay together, I’m redeemed of my past failure Closer than the asphalt held you when I couldn’t. But I swear I was there, I saw the way you hurt The way you looked so fragile while the angels did their work But I blink and it’s just you and me and moonlight from the window You called for me by name, I hear the quiet echo Hallway after hallway, room after room It’s here you finally see me and memories connect I wish just one would leave me I hope you never see the thing that makes me Shut my eyes and grit my teeth. An image is returned to me every day. Will the red forever hold the reflection of my face? I wish it wouldn’t. Still, this scene is so familiar Lips stained crimson crashing soft Our breath becomes mosaic Our voices are a song To be whispered with the sweetest tongue To resonate against the walls and windows That grow brighter with the brand new sun We are awake when this day becomes the next, But your eyes are growing heavy You lay your head upon my chest. And it’s in this perfect moment I think I catch a glimpse of Heaven while you sleep. Sleep now under bones that house angels.
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Maxine 05:16
How have you been? It’s been a while since the last time I wrote you. Do you still sing? Or daydream at the worst of times? Walk at night to free your mind? Gather courage from stars that glow and hum like city lights? Can you still hear the sound of the trains behind my house? Does it even reach where you are? I may never know. And where is that exactly? I never got the chance to ask you about it in the last letter I wrote. My hands are stained with ink pouring from my pen My loose-leaves start to curl and yellow Like leaves hanging from the tree In the front yard, offering its shade I can see us reading there and sharing our own stories. So I play out both our roles: A conjuror of fables who destroys to create, And one who deals in prose and marvels at the way The world takes shape before them, And comes to life from page. I follow your old route with hope that I’ll see you there And pray that I’m not dreaming, That this time you’re real. Our walk ends on Maxine Street, the same place it began Sixteen years before this – before you left. I can’t be both of us forever I think you know that, too. I can’t be both of us forever You need to come back soon. Half of you remains here, Your presence to be felt breathing through your stories, Those lives upon your shelf. Do you remember Maxine, this place to lay your head? What about your family? What about your friends? Half of you remains here, Your presence to be felt breathing through your stories, Those lives upon your shelf. Still, here you have Maxine Street, a place to lay your head. Here, you have your family. Here, you have your… If you decide to come back home, and you can’t find your way Just look up at the starlight And listen for the trains. You won’t have to worry about not finding me. I’ve always kept the light on.

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A raw and honest record.
The music on this record showcases prominent events of our lives both subtly and directly through the lyrics of each song. The stories told through the lyrics are experiences we feel anyone can relate to: the loss of a friend and dealing with tragedy, the struggle of defining personal identity, balancing inner conflict and serenity, and finding somewhere to call home. This collection of songs touches upon several styles such as post-hardcore, melodic hardcore. Suited for fans of Thrice and Counterparts.

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released July 31, 2018

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Matthew Fitzpatrick

Recorded at Roseland Recording studio

Music by Red Flag Warning

Lyrics by Vincent A. Gomez

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We're just three people looking to make connections with others by being as honest as possible with the music we create.

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