Shieldface

by Glassbooks

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We made this album because it was music we would all be excited about if someone else made it. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do. If you wanna pay for it, asking price is £3; if you can't afford to pay for it, feel free to simply partake.

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released October 29, 2016

David Escudero King: Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Adam Carrington: Lead Guitar
Bo Hamilton: Bass Guitar
Rosie Murray: Drums

Music by Glassbooks
Lyrics by David Escudero King
Recorded at Shady Lane Studio / Produced by Chris McCrory (www.facebook.com/shadylanestudio/)
Track 9, 'Prox' Written by Glassbooks / Arranged by Glassbooks and Chris McCrory
Mastered by James Plotkin (www.plotkinworks.com)
Cover Art by Ashley Fairweather (autumnknights.wixsite.com/home)

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glassbooks Glasgow, UK

Glassbooks, a four piece rock band from Glasgow, Scotland, is: David Escudero King; Adam Carrington; Bo Hamilton; and Rosie Murray.

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Track Name: Trident
With time the wind will mould my bones.
Structures cede their place to scaffolds,
These parts they are mine.
I stand up to time.
My providence,
My body.
My windows, my dyes, my heating, my wires, my pulse.

With time, the wind will mould my bones.
Structures cede their place to scaffolds,
My pulse, my body.

In time the wind will mould my bones,
Just like a stream carves into thrones.

But now I hope, hope to grow,
Streams carve my bones,
Just as heroes’.

I press on my temples with open palms,
I push on my temples with open palms,
I push on the temples with open palms

Have you caught us dreaming lately? It looks like, a horse that’s missing its wings
Have you caught us breathing lately? It feels like we can’t quite catch the wind.
Track Name: Hammerhead
We are the western kids,
We found the beauty in life,
We find the beauty in life,
We won the western chase,

We invested in the booming industry of caricature artists,
We are the tired conclusions of,
Pictures for faces,

I've been colouring in your tracks,
Colour draws you out of that mask.

Tissues try to stay afloat in the flow,
Scrawled fictions forsake their own ink,

Dissolving screenplays by swimmers,
Trying to board,
The ship hosting the prestigious,
Scream of the day award.

I've been colouring in your tracks,
Colour draws you out of that mask.
I've been colouring in your tracks,
Colours suffuse our heart attacks.
Track Name: Oh State Violence
Burn the mosaic in all,
It's tesselated glory
Let our ashen eyes apall,
Those who would fight entropy.

Shieldface embraces the maze,
Auditions for a part in,
A corner of the facade,
I'd rather gaze out than in.

Oh state violence is so pretty
Rubber bullets, boot soles, stamp to careful beats.
Still as you fear I'll hallow my own feet.

I'm all through confusing
Track Name: Rosa
Under the dark blanket of storm sheets,
As my steps try to spit back the rain,
I try in vain,
To do the same with those screams:
Spit them from my memory.

By the Ebro I spotted a girl,
Only the scruff of her pale neck emerged from her dark wet hair,
As she bent over,
The violence of the river, angrier and bolder.
Her white skin burned,
it burned like a rose of fire.

Some moments after I passed her,
With her soaked black dress,
The white noise of the wind and rain,
Was pierced by a splash.
Repeated cries seemed,
To flow downstream,
Then the silence slowly closed in on me.
And I hid in it.
Track Name: Laika Monologue
Inflating claims that the universe is shaped like a flat tire,
As my, iris reflects the whole of space.
But it's somewhere between supernovas and burning pans,
Blurring canopies cured into fine black ash.
Maybe my eyes are ash trays
Maybe our eyes are ash trays

Inflating claims that the universe is shaped like a flat tire,
As my, iris reflects the whole of space.
Those are not supernova's, I just see flames.
Maybe my eyes are ash trays
Maybe our eyes are ash trays.
Track Name: We Have Always Lived in the Castle
She came in dragging her eyes like they were two tires,
Hanging from her cracked trunk of a body.
Their blackness seemed to incriminate us all.

We gave the woman her time.
We are tolerant you see.
We are tolerant

Straightening her back as much as she could,
She mumbled defeated

No,
Shooting her eyes at everyone who,
Believed her defeated:

I've been trying,
to find my, nook in the mosaic for some time now,
Tiles, colourless tiles, piled up inside,
A growing scrapyard,

Tiles upon colourless tiles, piled up inside,
A growing scrapyard,

But my time now ends as quantified as,
An office space in a bigger picture,
These stones we believe is an image,
We hope it is an image
We pray it is an image
We know it is an image.