Discomposure - EP

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released November 21, 2014

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Heavenly Father originally by Bon Iver

Bear originally by The Antlers

Discomposure written and composed by Ben Pisano

Elegy written and composed by Ben Pisano, except verses written by Jordan Leone

Acoustic guitars, electric guitars, 12 string guitar, electric bass, percussion, cello, vocals, sampling, production, mixing, mastering - Ben Pisano

All songs recorded in my basement studio from 9/13/14-11/9/14.

Cover image is "Vulpes" by Justin Davies. More of his work can be found at: justindavies.me

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Corsicana Denver, Colorado

Corsicana is the project of Denver musician Ben Pisano. Indie rock with shoegaze and electronic influences.

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Track Name: Discomposure
-LYRICS-

She said “send me to your grave, tell all the ghosts it’s time to play."
All that was left, all that there was to save.
It’s written upon your face, a paragon of wasted space.

In your eyes I see hate, I see desire. I see the tales left behind by a great empire.
All that was left, all that there was to save.
There’s no one else left to blame, you yourself set these ruins aflame.

Don’t look at me like a deer in the headlights, you know what you’ve done, and you’re all out of places to run.

I was carved from your faith, a heap of clay placed upon your lathe.
All your dissent, all that you ever meant.
It’s written upon my grave, everything you meant to save.

Don’t look at me like a deer in the headlights, you know what you’ve done, and you’re all out of places to run.
That corner’s not getting any bigger, and the court’s patience is wearing thinner.

She said “send me to your grave, tell all the ghosts it’s time to play.”
All that was left, all that there was to save.
It’s written upon your face, a paragon of wasted space.
Track Name: Heavenly Father (Bon Iver cover)
-LYRICS-

Ever since I heard the howling wind
I didn't need to go where a bible went
But then you know your gifts seemed heaven sent
Just lead me to a choler, dad, that's the thing

I don't know how you house the sin
But you're free now
I was never sure how much of you I could let in
And I'm free now
Won't you settle down baby here your love has been
Heavenly father
It’s defiantly lava
Why you don't carry other names?

Heard about a day where it dropped the Know
To go another day as we learn to close
Cause I'm a known coward in a coward wind
But you’re free now
You turn around now and you count to 10
To see you go now
Well I know now honey that I can't pretend
Heavenly father
Is whose brought to his autumn
And love is left in end

I just been up here for god damn years
Can you see now?
Filling up hulls with god damn fears
I am free now
I know about it darling, I've been standing here
Heavenly father
Is all that he offers
A safety in the end
Track Name: Bear (The Antlers cover)
-LYRICS-

There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking from within.
He's loud, though without vocal cords, we'll put an end to him.
We'll make all the right appointments, no one ever has to know,
and then tomorrow I'll turn twenty-one, we'll script another show.

We'll play charades up in the Chelsea, drink champagne (although you shouldn't be),
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep.
None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls, and they have for quite awhile now.
It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind, and I just can't see how.

"We're too old."
"We're not old at all."
"Just too old"
"We're not old at all."

There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking you for weeks
and if this isn't all a dream, well then we'll cut him from beneath.
Well we're not scared of making caves, or finding food for him to eat.
We're terrified of one another, terrified of what that means.

But we'll make only quick decisions, and you'll just keep me in the waiting room,
and all the while I'll know we're fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon.
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before.
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.
Track Name: Elegy (live)
-LYRICS-

I don’t know how you grew to be so cold.
We play this dangerous game, tip-toeing on broken glass.
I choke on the words I can’t bring myself to say,
drowning in expectations,
floundering in empty confessions.
There’s a whole river between us now.

The ease of the morn enshrouds the fragmentary of the eve,
feral snapping sent through your glances like hound through trespasser.

Tearing deeper still, the canyon widens.
Stinging rifts of words left unsaid.
There’s no dam to be built,
obstruction to cast,
that could keep the flood away.
There’s a whole river between us now.

The ease of the morn enshrouds the fragmentary of the eve,
feral snapping sent through your glances like hound through trespasser.

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