Hostage Calm post lyrics for songs from upcoming self-titled album

Hostage Calm post lyrics for songs from upcoming self-titled album

Over the past couple of weeks Connecticut punks Hostage Calm have been releasing a few new songs available to stream on their MySpace page in anticipation of their new release.  Affidavit, Ballots/Stones, and Jerry are set to appear on the band’s upcoming self-titled album which will hit stores on July 20th through Run For Cover Records. Listen to the songs here, and check out the lyrics for them here.

Hostage Calm has a bunch of shows scheduled over the next couple of months. Head to their Dying Scene Shows page for more information on dates and locations.

Affidavit

He’ll have you know,
That after ten hours spent in court,
You’ll grow up knowing who you owe.
He treats you right,
And loved you more than his own wife.

Still, behind the Cutlass you kissed him goodbye.

He returned that night,
And still you don’t feel love.
“Your records won’t reveal
What I went through to protect you
To keep you in my arms,
Safe from the harm we knew we caused you.”
Habits stick, raised on divorce politics
Broken-home-grown isolation

Who do you love?
Who do you trust?
Why do we still have to ask?

Your mother’d die for you,
And still you don’t feel love?
DCF don’t know…

Years that will define the way
You’ll feel things down the line,
Just remember what it taught you.
And still you don’t feel love?

Ballots/Stones

You come out in droves;
Protectors of an ancient code.
You’d like to know
What would become of you and yours
If left alone.
So, with that pride destined to find
Itself on the wrong side of history,
You take arms.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?*
Did it cast a shadow on their home?

Let’s go
To a place I know where men can share a home.
By now the world should know
That your factions and their
Romance with interference,
They have no business in these homes.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?
Did it cast a shadow on their home?

Your slogans echo loudly
From Edmund Pettus Bridge.
Would you tear up like you did when the Lovings wed?

I’d give so much to see your assaults laid to rest.
Would they be mourned like the rightless ones you’ve vilified?
Because at their funerals,
When the priest gives the flag to her partner, she still cries.

Four years before the state gave them the right.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?

* This line was found on the picket signs of those who protested California’s proposition 8. This song is dedicated to all those who fight on for marital equality in the United States and across the world.

Jerry Rumspringer

I want to know where all the summers go.
Do they pack up and move when you turn twenty-three?
Do they disconnect from the years they protected you
From youth’s reckless speed?

Around the bend, they drew an end…

Fending off the end (Start it all again)
Fending off the end (Start it all again)
Fending off the end (Start it all again)

I think I know where still the flowers grow.
They’re under the van we bought when I turned seventeen:
A reminder of what can wilt and take longer yet to fade away.

A game hard to play,
But harder yet to walk away:

Fending off the end (Start it all again)
Fending off the end (Start it all again)
Fending off the end (Start it all again)

If, to support yourself, you had to turn your back
On the only support you ever had,
That’s the cost of feeling safe.
I don’t know if I’ll want to a play a show
At the close of those forty-hour weeks,
And if that’s the cost of feeling safe,
Then let this be our leap of faith:

Every kid in Wallingford is trying to borrow
lead shoes to make their way down to the bottom
of the Quinnipiac to fend off
The hurtful end of adolescence,

Until then, we tread.

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