Half Dead EP
by Fearless Leader
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Digital Album
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Half Dead
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Kid Charlemagne
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Hollows
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The Crown
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about
The Half Dead EP details four separate, disjointed explorations of human failure, apathy, and misunderstanding, with each track following simple banal fears as they're amplified and exaggerated by relatively common, though painful occurrences.
Fearless Leader hasn't been together all that long, but the majority of us have been playing off and on in different Seattle bands for years. We've always kept it loud, and we've always kept it technical, but FL is the first band that really let's us do all the crazy shit we want.
Keep an eye out for a follow-up EP in 4 or 5 months.
Fearless Leader hasn't been together all that long, but the majority of us have been playing off and on in different Seattle bands for years. We've always kept it loud, and we've always kept it technical, but FL is the first band that really let's us do all the crazy shit we want.
Keep an eye out for a follow-up EP in 4 or 5 months.
credits
released 26 April 2013
Patrick McLean – Vocals
Ian Blancarte – Guitar/Vocals
Ricky Guitierrez – Bass/Vocals
Roger Blancarte – Drums
Recorded at The Vera by Rowdy Gleason and at "Montlake Manor" by Pat Goodwin. Produced by Pat Goodwin.
Art by Holly Graves and Pat McLean (mostly Holly).
Patrick McLean – Vocals
Ian Blancarte – Guitar/Vocals
Ricky Guitierrez – Bass/Vocals
Roger Blancarte – Drums
Recorded at The Vera by Rowdy Gleason and at "Montlake Manor" by Pat Goodwin. Produced by Pat Goodwin.
Art by Holly Graves and Pat McLean (mostly Holly).
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feeds
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May 21Seattle, WA
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May 27Seattle, WA
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Jun 28Seattle, WA
discography
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Apr 2013 -
Oct 2012
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- Track Name: Half Dead
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How do I know I'm the man...
That I thought I would grow to be...
Well I held it in high regard...
When I opened my eyes to see...
How do I know I'm the man...
That I thought I would grow to be...
Well I left my morals aside...
And left the world to bleed...
The day that we met;
I swore I’d forget;
You made me remember your name.
Three times, I swore it;
I learned to abhor it;
I was so ashamed.
But I’m not a coward;
I tend to look forward;
But still, the swelling pain.
How could I...
How could I ever hope...
To hold back...
This current....
The oceans as strong as my...
Resentment...
The oceans as strong as my...
Contentment...
The oceans as strong as my...
Resentment...
The oceans as strong as my... - Track Name: Kid Charlemagne
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And so I am the empty journal;
I'm lined with mixed emotions;
I'm torn and ripped by pen and ink and scarred by every sullen thought.
This pen becomes the focus;
A thought to be forgotten.
But if I don’t put down these words;
I'm afraid that this won't happen;
I'm afraid I'll lose my focus;
Afraid my eyes will slowly blur.
Cause I can't remember;
The day…that you died.
We were full of promise;
we were two kids before the world;
No fear of death, no fear in life;
Pals in crime until we died.
And then your life was over;
I heard that you chose sailing;
The road had curved, your wheel stayed true;
They found you dead and still...
A smile was spread across your face.
But what does a smile mean?
How can I scream these words when they've never meant a thing, my friend;
You'll never find an answer.
How could I hold you in such esteem when you never gave a damn, my friend;
This fear becomes our master.
What does it mean to grow, to grow beside a friend, a failure in the end;
A flaw in my humanity.
I am the empty book;
A solid coat on every page;
It's one blank expression;
And It's always fucked up.
I am the musty journal;
holding scribbled dreary lines;
Inside the empty room;
and it's always fucked up.
I am a lonely hunter;
Crossing these dark skies;
Covering up my scars;
and it's always fucked up.
Well I am the empty book;
A solid coat on every page;
It's one blank expression;
And it's always fucked up.
Screamed this; Since; I'm older.
Your weight; Bears; My shoulders.
This sleep; Wake; There's no night.
This sleep; Wake; There's no night.
These dreams; Dream; Half empty.
I; can't; move forward.
And so I am the empty journal;
I'm lined with mixed emotions;
I'm torn and ripped by pen and ink and scarred by every sullen thought.
This pen becomes the focus;
A thought to be forgotten.
But if I don’t put down these words;
I'm afraid that this won't happen;
I'm afraid I'll lose my focus;
Afraid my eyes will slowly blur.
Cause I can't remember;
The day…that you died.
We were full of promise;
we were two kids before the world;
No fear of death, no fear in life;
Pals in crime until we died.
And then your life was over;
I heard that you chose sailing;
The road had curved, your wheel stayed true;
They found you dead and still...
One; Sad; Truth; Will always deserve;
Two; Miserable; Lies.
Three; Times; A falsehood before these.
Four; Hands; We hold them up high.
I can't remember your name.
I won't remember your name.
I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of this fall.
I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of that fall.
I; Can't; Help; But envy; The freedom; Of that fall. - Track Name: Hollows
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That shadowed curve inside your withered hand;
Hollow strength of years gone by;
It's a past that fell, just dimly lit;
Through modern peace and quiet.
You’ll hold these feelings cut and dry;
You’ll hold that distance cruel but kind;
This sits alone, half out-grown;
This burden finally released.
When i was still a young man, a long time past;
I learned of death, weakness half past;
Beside these hands, alone one night;
It’s a place i’ll never see.
I’d never really felt, I’d ever been a child;
I had grown alone, no care from another;
Fist and claw, I learned to survive;
I became an honest working man.
As my life crept past, I think I lost touch;
I came to hold brutal apathy;
And suddenly, in a flash;
I saw that i was hollow.
And i thought that i knew myself;
And i thought that i knew these calloused hands;
But back then, one night;
Quite suddenly I… I… I…
I lost control.
And soon I felt the blood as it sat inside my flesh;
I felt these my muscles drawn, so tight beneath my skin.
And though my mouth is shut, my heart still breaks;
My arms can't bear this sin. I feel the burden of being;
Alone in my, final days.
I see these faults through aging, dimming memories;
And though my mouth is dry, my eyes are wide;
My arms won't bear this sin.
Though I'm sick of being dull;
In my life I've lost control;
And seeing past these eyes;
Means seeing past these lies.
I'd met myself, one night, alone, but face to face;
and what I did, was…
and what I did, was…
I killed the one thing… - Track Name: The Crown
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It was our fathers who stole that crown;
They gave their lives to truth unbound;
A broken crown high up on our heads;
Smashed their purpose until we saw the red.
So I saw their true face...
It's a burden on my faith...
It quickly fades out of memory;
It's a momentary ascendency.
This can't be our failing hopes...
With the crown we found...
It's a false throne we bow down to;
It's a false truth just shining through.
The royalty - that looks down;
Upon the people while they’re bound;
That day - they bought the crown.
That day - they bought the crown.
And the royalty - that looks down;
Upon the people while they’re bound;
That day - they killed the crown.
That day – they killed the crown.
Our fathers rid us of this evil;
We strung the kings up high belly's full;
We thought we'd never escape this old pain;
We've all danced through scarlet rain .
This is our victory;
A momentary ascendancy.
But we can never be our fathers;
We can never be our fathers
When our fathers took that crown;
We swore we'd never let them down;
And when our fathers took that crown;
We held it high, we screamed it loud.
We can never be our fathers;
The men who looked forever onwards.
We are their children we've grown much older;
They won't forget how we let them down.
So the Royalty looked from high;
Our fathers slaved away and died.
When our fathers took that crown;
We swore we'd never let them down;
When our fathers took that crown;
We screamed it high and loud.
And so we chose to rise up from putrid graves;
And ripped away the paths they paved.
We're burning down this fucking kingdom;
We're spreading candy colored flames.
Take; Back; Your; Lives.
Take; Back; Your; Lives.
This is our kingdom;
This is our kingdom;
This is our kingdom;
This is your future.
