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Madness Blooms EP

by Madness Blooms

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1.
Own It All 04:28
I was washing my hands one day, I was rinsing them of clinging earth, In the garden under sky so grey, planting seedlings at the seasons turn, And I looked at my hands and I thought of the legacy of human toil, Ever working in some new plot to monopolize the air and soil, To own it all.... In my garden I name the weeds, and I pull them and I dig the roots, If a plant cannot meet my needs I won’t offer it an inch of room, And I nurture my chosen seeds and I emphasize my role, On the fruit of my labor feed, on illusion of my own control... To own it all, consume it all, Contain it all, create it all... To own it all, to own it all, own it all, own… To own it all, own it all To own it all To own it all To own it all, consume it all Contain it all, create it all
2.
St. Jerome 04:46
Youth is a fleeting wind Indulge it with wicked sin Embrace all this sacrilege You’re ready to give it up, and you’re ready to convalesce, and now you’re ready to confess Sparked by divining fist You traveled by moonlights kiss To escape all the haunting bliss And now you’re ready to give it up, and you’re ready to convalesce, you’re ready to confess ‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well they bury your faith in the catacombs Writing of stories told All these histories, they’re bound with gold Well you seek to translate all our souls But are you ready to give it up, and are you ready to convalesce, and are you’re ready to confess ‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well they bury your faith in the catacombs Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess ‘Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well they bury your faith in the catacombs
3.
The Cusp 02:57
AND YOU’RE ON THE CUSP, YOU MUST MAKE A SACRIFICE, IF YOU WANT WHAT YOU SAY YOU WANT, THIS CHANCE, IT WON’T COME TWICE… AND YOU’RE ON THE CUSP, AND YOU MUST CHOOSE, JUST FOR THIS MOMENT, A PATH IS OPEN, YOUR OLD LIFE IS YOURS TO LOSE… AND IF YOU CAST IT AWAY, OH, THE STRUGGLE AHEAD, BUT IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO CHANGE, HOW WILL YOU LIVE WITH THE REGRET…? WILL YOU LIVE WITHOUT WHAT YOU WANT? WILL YOU LIVE WITHOUT WHAT YOU HAVE? HOW DARE YOU GAMBLE—YOU’VE JUST THE ONE LIFE… YOU’VE ONE CHANCE…HOW DARE YOU HOLD BACK… YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT, YOU’VE SEEN THAT FUTURE SO CLEAR… JUST TURN AWAY FROM THE FATE, THE CALL THAT BROUGHT YOU HERE… YOU’VE CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF WHAT COULD BE, AND WHAT YOU’VE SEEN, YOU CAN’T UNSEE, NO, WHAT YOU’VE SEEN, YOU CAN’T UNSEE… YOU HAVE IT ALL TO LOSE, OH….BUT WHAT YOU KNOW YOU COULD WIN… SO WILL YOU STOP YOUR EARS, OR WILL YOU SHED YOUR SKIN? YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT, YOU’VE SEEN THAT FUTURE SO CLEAR… JUST TURN AWAY FROM THE FATE, THE CALL THAT BROUGHT YOU… YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT… YOU COULD DO NOTHING AND WAIT…
4.
Hold 03:52
The way she looks back, when she’s going home again Always flirting, she runs her hand behind her ear Down to her lips with a gentle fore finger Filling us with courage for a love placed out of reach The closer we come to a deeper understanding The harder it is not to cross all of these lines So we hold, hold, hold We hold ourselves back We hold, hold, hold These hearts on fire We hold, hold, hold Until the right time When she’s screaming my name She whispers your name When she's screaming your name She whispers my name Raging seas and savage eyes Hide the pleasure of her paradise If we storm the beaches then we’ve gone to war Bleeding out upon her rocky shores So we hold, hold, hold We hold ourselves back We hold, hold, hold These hearts on fire We hold, hold, hold
5.
At Sea 05:24
The waves whisper dark all around me, I can’t see a thing in this fog The whole world is shrouded, no stars I can chart for a path This course that I’ve set, it’ll drown me, I still feel it drawing me on The farther I go, the less that I know where I’ll land I can taste the salt, thickening the air, it wakes a hunger too vast for a name Fathomless and wild, is it my compass, or am I its prey? Stay with me, memory, twine into thread Weave with my dreams, with the grief I have bled Oh, be my sails, catch the wind, carry me Oh, be my sails, I’m at sea… These clouds that I’m in, they confound me, even horizons are gone This veil that enfolds me, I can’t even tell where I’ve passed There’s nothing in reach that’ll ground me, such endless expanses I cross How long must I journey till restlessness quiets at last Still i taste the salt, thickening the air Waking that hunger too vast for a name Fathomless and wild, is it my compass, or am I its slave? Stay with me, memory, twine into thread Weave with my dreams, with the grief I have bled Oh, be my sails, catch the wind, carry me Oh, be my sails, I’m at sea… The waves look endless to the small, Have we grown just enough to see, but not to help at All of these, poisoned seas, we’ll have to drink before we’re through… Our lives seem endless when we’re small Shortsighted eyes, they leave us free to harm… All of your fine horses, all of your fine men, they can’t do a thing to stop the coming of the end…
6.
I wanna die in the tunnels of London I wanna feel my weight in the ground Feel the beauty of the prisoners footsteps As they tap out a beat for the corporate sound I wanna live with reckless abandon I wanna feel my senses arrive I wanna die in the tunnels of London I want a ticket straight out of this selfish life I wanna die in the tunnels of London I wanna keep calm and carry on I wanna repay this debt of emotion Wanna pass, wanna pass this echo on I wanna live with reckless abandon I wanna burn out clear and bright I wanna die in the tunnels of London I wanna transfer my soul to another time Where I’m… Over my love, over my head, over my kind, over the dead Over and up, under and through, over my heart, and back to you Over my lust, over my band, over this bucking guitar in my hand Over disdain, over the signs, over this job, over the line… Dissatisfied (I wanna die in the tunnels of London) Inconsolable Ungratified (I wanna die in the tunnels of London) Insatiable Designed to die in the tunnels of London Designed to die in the tunnels of London Where I’m… Over my love, over my head, over my kind, over the dead Over and up, under and through, over my heart, and back to you Over my lust, over my band, over this bucking guitar in my hand Over disdain, over the signs, over this job, over the line. And I’m out of time, and I wanna die in the tunnels of London...
7.
All Wrong 03:39
Never found a place I felt quite home, Maybe I’ve been going about it wrong, Tried to find the right climate, and furniture, and floors, Never gave a thought to who might meet me at the door… Maybe I’ve been too much alone, Been going about this life all wrong, Is it in my nature, or does habit drive the force, Keeps me running endlessly on down this lonely course? I won’t fall prey to your propaganda, I know full well my pattern clashes with the rest, Won’t cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer, Won’t hear a “no” when my heart is singing “yes…” Doubt is the prison of my mind, I know my heart is steering blind, How many of the wants I have are born from my desires, And which come from the outside world, the trash I see, falls into me, it fuels my fire. I won’t fall prey to your propaganda, I know full well my patter clashes with the rest, Won’t cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer, Won’t hear a “no” when my heart is screaming “yes…” (Yes, yes…) Maybe I’ve been too much alone… Been going about this life all wrong…
8.
You kept her blue-eyed gaze You kept her superstition You kept her wallflower ways You kept her inhibitions, oh now Wait for you, you thought she would She seemed to play the part But damn you boy, you misunderstood You can’t play with her heart, no you can’t play with her heart You kept her at a distance You kept her at arms length You kept her on hopes and wishes You kept her in the bank Wait for you, you thought she would She seemed to play the part But damn you boy, you misunderstood You can’t reserve her heart, no you can’t reserve her heart And now it’s, now it’s over Goddamn you boy you don’t understand Well you just broke her heart That fucking pride you carry with you Only death will make it part, only death with make it part And now it’s, now it’s over

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The group’s eponymous debut album opens with a dark, megalomanical tune, “Own It All,” in which Meghan’s clear vocals interleave with tight electronics. Tracks like “Over” and “All Wrong” hearken back to the open mics that birthed the group, with lyrical sincerity and acoustic guitars floating over the bass. “St. Jerome,” on the other hand, juxtaposes wicked lyrics with sublime, danceable choruses. Collaboration with Terry Mattson brought excellent production to the table, and his talent helped sharpen the recordings into something rare. Thanks to Brad and Meghan’s vision, Terry’s attention, and the expert mastering of Ed Brooks, the tracks form a cohesive whole greater than the sum of its parts.

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released January 29, 2016

Music Producer: Terrance Mattson
Executive Producers: Bradford King & Meghan Sinoff
Songwriters: Bradford King & Meghan Sinoff
Design: Jess Bruels (cd cover) & Bradford King (logo/album cover)
Mastering : RFI Mastering
Studios: Black Dog Sound, Crackle & Pop, ElectroKitty, Orbit Audio
Lead Guitar on track "Hold": Andreas Laursen

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Madness Blooms Seattle, Washington

When singers harmonize—when their voices consume them and fuse into a new whole—something blooms in them: a kind of bliss, a kind of madness. Bradford King and Meghan Sinoff follow this sensation into territory both eccentric and melodic.

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