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Burn the Garden

by Dekomodo

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1.
Hidden 01:53
I never asked to feel this way Oh, I'd rather feel empty If it meant I'd never feel the pain The pain of being lonely But I'll bury my toes in the ground Bury my head in the sound Lock myself into my room Hidden from view
2.
Deep Work 04:50
On the screen, Dopamine, instant happiness Boys at home, on their phone, lose their manliness Oedipus, shelter me, from the blaring truth Secretly, I wanna be, stuck in my youth Seemingly, Everyday, Our generation Stupidly, concernly, Lacks concentration Playing games, numb your brains, I’m always stuck indoors On my phone, in the zone, ignoring the house chores Computers, and ai, will soon take over Braindead apes, famous fakes, every last stoner Will succumb, to the hum, of the pied pipers Unless you, take the cue, remove your diapers Find success, with finesse, make yourself useful In the end, you'll transcend, social approval Don't waste your opportunity Rise above the community Digitalisation, is so distracting Civilisation, is not adapting Edification, will take some learning Validation is for the deserving Procrastination, easy distraction The Inspiration, comes from the action Fight the temptation, to indolently shirk Gratification, only comes from deep work Notifications, constantly buzzing Sms, emails, constantly flooding Spam and junk, news and funk, mostly bout nothing Mum and dad, always mad, they won’t stop bugging Getting lewd, with fast food, you can’t stop chewing Out of breath, close to death, so close to spewing On your mind, all the time, you can’t stop thinking What is next, now you’re vexed, guess you’ll start drinking X-rated, on demand, so close to coming Desensitization, from all that rubbing Your muscles, so supple, have begun to wane It’s a shame, your surname, will end with your stain Liberty, lied to me, it is so truthless The social hierarchy, is goddamn ruthless Play the game, have an aim, beat the lame, earn your fame Find your Dame, Light the flame, have no shame, pass your name Digitalisation, is so distracting Civilisation, is not adapting Fight the temptation to be distracted Gratification only comes from deep work
3.
Wasting my time Wasting my time I just want to tear it down with amain Burn the garden start again When Cronus has a choice to make What makes him make the same mistake? All that wasted time tilting All of my plants are wilting I just want to tear it down with amain Burn the garden start again All that wasted time sitting Playing video games I spent too much time Dreaming Don’t know what I was thinking Wasting my time Wasting my time Wasting my time I just keep wasting my prime I keep wasting it on the inessential I slowly feel I’m losing my potential I‘m starting to feel a little existential My depression can be so pestilential It’s trying to tell me something evidential Why don’t you clean your room? Why don’t you polish your shoes? Why do leave it to the rain To water your terrain? Cause I just let it go Let time swallow me whole Cause on this side of the window pane The view of the mulched land gives me a migraine Me ME Carefree So lazy Could you re-spark my systole and diastole? Break apart my idiosyncrasy All I want Is a fulfilling vaunt Bee BEE Carefree So much glee Could you lend the pollen on your knee At least pollinate my potpourri! Send a message to the hive The roots have completely dried Forgive me for this shrive I truly regret what has betide I truly regret what I contrived It’s not just my plants that need to be revived It’s the desire to be alive But I gotta go on Finish this marathon Oh I’ve got to, carry on See to this denouement It’s just easier Almost cheesier A temporary fix on the frown Sit-back and watch the garden burn down
4.
Venus Fly Traps Starting to growin spring Weeds spreading through Painting yore Through the frames Past the drought Past the depths of time Winter’s gone So why, do you grow, from the vine I chose to plough? Why, can’t I take control, over my core? Why can’t I feel normal? Why can’t Iet you go? Seeds are past through generations, I don’t want to let it flow Did our ancestors not know how fast they could grow? Beyond their seasons You’ll see them sprout In any soil Through any grout Ensnared by the petals which have become convolved Hypnotised by the secretion of nectar; it’s evolved! It grows on the minds that get lured and dissolved It’s hard to walk around the floor covered in sticky oil Surely everyone can see The stains of juice on my suede Turn me into an absentee Drain my empathy The bastard can’t stay here He’s bound to sough Inchoate plans of his foes With flesh ripped by sticks and spoons Gracefully vile and hewn Anguish from head to toe After the tempest there’s no glow Zen as a rock Breathing in and out real slow I’m trying to take back control
5.
If I seem a little absent It’s not cause of you I’m only trying to see things From the third person point of view You can trouble me with your woes There’s only one thing I propose Close your eyes and listen To the sounds of the present The sky is always blue Regardless of whether or not I’m with you But sometimes we fight It’s not your fault I’ve lost my bearings I’ve run out of rocket fuel And I’m just drifting Through what feels like a simulation Only fools are married to the ball I’ve only ever felt safe naive in my caul Caul Caul
6.
Wormwood 05:24
Fight Cower Run Hide Bury the bulbs Swallow your teeth The little gnome Has found a clue Inside the juice There’s spew-age through And now it flows through the flume Smile Repent Divide Content Trundle through the pages Make home in your cages What are the naive left to do? Abide the curfew Luckily, I don’t believe in your lies Luckily, I’ve made up my mind I wake up everyday brazen Don’t waste your days praying I can't be afraid of what I don't believe in The end of your world Is the beginning of mine It’s the start of something, beautiful It’s the start of a world where people can peacefully die The start of a world where we can stratify But the prophecy is genuine Surprise! Open your eyes! The peasants rise with their pitchforks and rum Pumpking pies are left otuisde to rot parlourdes hide, buried underground Broken and pennywise T crossed and open wide How can that be? When did it happen? Can we start again? Well, we don’t know where we’re going We don’t know what to do We don’t know who to stop We don’t know who to chose Artemesia Absinthium Flows Through the Rivers Inside our bottles of water Into our taps and drains Into our sewers and veins Into our lives
7.
Rainbow Coat 03:30
Time has a funny way of neglecting my wounds Sounds from the distance are calling Calling out my name Telling me to come by Dancing Shadows on the ground haven’t got a clue, they ask what should we do? Only the warmth of your friends can help you get through this winter’s gloom Or you’ll drown; washed up by the castle moat The breathtaking gleam, revitalised by your rainbow coat 🌈 Sounds from the distance are calling Calling out my name Telling me to come by But that's not how I fly
8.
Lost Within 06:10
Can you see the stars above? Can you see beyond the clouds? Masquerade in the ground below In Autumn Worms Put on a show Encircling around My harrowed grounds Theyre going to fade with time Fade with time It keep me from sleeping It dampens my willpower Nothing grows in my soil The world’s not turning The trains aren’t moving Raindrops are frozen in the skies Grounds trembling from the battle cries You have fallen for my lies Mistook my empathetic guise They’re feeling up empty space Eggs buried in human waste So barricade the walls Fill in the floors Board the doors! Yes, board them up Soon I’ll be lost within I want to be lost within Lost within Lost within This compost bin .... Don’t be, don’t be afraid If only you wouldn’t misbehave I’ll guide you through this blank page Unplug you from your childish ways Splash around in the mud Play outside while you can Before the lightning sparks Before the tide comes in Before it gets too dark Before
9.
Hitting up Wall Losing Hope Giving up on, everything Hitting a wall Can’t cope Giving up on relationships Where do I go, to find you? Did you hide from me too? Did you see inside my room? Where do I go, to break things? Could you repair, my broken strings? I strum aloft my mangled violin Smashing walls to through rooms Just to break that goddam room too Ignore the sounds, outside my head That tell me they want me dead The sounds that lead me to this dread I can’t relinquish these ticks Sitting on my balcony chair Fluorescent sunlight barely strumming through The rotting leaves and tangled wires The grass field covered in mildew The birds have nothing left to pursue After the wild ride I laughed, but I cried These actions can’t undo The feelings that won’t ensue I hope I can push through My final breakthrough What’s it to you?
10.
Bricolage 04:44
Throw some bricks at the wall Hope it sticks And if it does? Bricolage And if it clicks? Bon voyage My dear Bon Voyage Bon Voyage...

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For the longest time, I had this album privated on Bandcamp. Behind the scenes I had been tweaking the album for a re-release, though recently have stopped myself from doing so. It's tempting to re-work an older work - and perhaps some day I may re-release this album with drums that are not asinine, but it's a disrespectful and dishonest move.

Nevertheless, I am proud of my origins, and anyone out there thinking the same thing should be so as well. While I can't go back in time and fix this project, I can put that energy and focus into further projects. Here's hoping my next album will blow away anyone disappointed by this one.

To anyone out there trying to make it; we all are. Stick with it. Own up to your failures and flaws and continuously try to improve on them.

Original: A passionate side project brewed in a tiny bedroom south Brisbane, Australia.

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released October 10, 2019

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