by Pallor

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released September 14, 2014



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Pallor Johnstown, Pennsylvania

Pallor is the post-metal shoegazing band consisting of members Jake Dryzal and Kevin Pribulsky. With Jake writing metaphorical or autobiographical lyrics, they are then sung with lo-fi acoustics, distorted guitars, atmospheric soundscapes, and a reverberated wall of noise. Pallor's debut album was released on October 31, 2014. ... more

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Track Name: For Love (demo)
Look inside this little stream. Your mother made this so it seems.
Buried deep in quicksand, the tears did nothing for you, no longer will you stand.
Tragedy struck your eyes (ears) and your ears (eyes), this house on this elevation I never cared about.
A nightmare repressed and my war horse has been fatally shot in the heart.
Which I'll lay upon and you'll laugh at me. Your hand smothers on the bleeding cheeks of my eyes. And you'll not gasp but laugh. This love you never got to have is there. It's there. It is there.
You are just a child. Depression, conviction, all in the river.
Why are you so wild? I wouldn't do anything, it's really over.
Why are you so upset? I would do anything for your love.
Why are you so upset? I wouldn't do anything for your love.
Track Name: Colourblind (demo)
You saw her eyes, you saw her cry, but do you know how good people can try?
You give a sigh, you'd wish you die, but instead you heard her lies.
But don't you understand, this is the last stand, please understand.

You don't see art, inside my heart, from a person like you, that's a goddamn shame.
It's torn apart, off the chart, you don't know how I feel and I said "God, that's a shame."
Answers I have to desperately find, you don't see what I'm seeing, you're too colorblind.

There goes my trust, no more thrusts, nor lust.
She is a devil disguised as an angel, but since you don't know that, that makes you one, too.
She needs to wake up and shape up and ask "How do you do?"
Instead of throwing out my whereabouts and all of my doubts.
She can lie, she can't cry, she won't die, she shouldn't try.

Don't go on her side. It will just blacken the sky and anger the tide.
Don't say what I can do, but that's all the satisfaction you will ever get in life.
Only the man in the sky can tell me what's wrong or right.
Don't question my conscience nor morality on some stupid little teen who treated me like royalty.
Even with all of the food you could eat, she was far from a queen, her hands weren't clean.
She tossed me aside, and you did too.
Now one thing's for sure, there's no more love.
There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love. There's no more love.
Track Name: Slide (demo)
It's January, and it looks like you've grown on me. An imperfect beauty sits beside me. Her dirty blonde hair rests upon my shoulder. I stare at her in amazement, my, and in happiness. She abruptly stops, and stands up. Walks away, up the white hill, never to be seen again.

It's February, and bitterly cold. I beg to change my life by adding you in it. I never saw you refuse that much. My eyes tear up, I'm angry. Your beautiful pallor shines. I am weak. You explain your reasoning. It disrupts my utopia, my future. You as my wife, my impeccable life....

It's quiet. No more love, nor connection. But I always gaze at you in awe, like the stars in the sky. You were true, and that's why I loved you. Your laugh, that face, your stories. I miss it all, I need you....

Why is she gone? Leave, leave her be.
She's my fantasy. Slide, slide with me.
Where is she now? Dead, dead to me.
But my lust, she can't be. Slide, slide with me.
Slide, slide, slide.
Track Name: Poor Girl (demo)
New home.
Warm bed.
Written now.
Blue eyes.
New life.
Sabotaged the best thing you have.
Going to work.
9 to 5.
So they think.
Driving to the Grand Canyon.

Poor girl.

This cave.
I need to go there.
Can't resist.

Poor girl.

Scream out loud.
Pulling hairline.
Have the urge to show you the way in.
Lovely pavement, not yet.
Climb up this hill.
Show you the entrance.
Scarred there.
And I leave you to die.

Poor girl.