Todos Caerán

animal-hands:

Todahria weekend 2012 starts now!

See you all in Calgary & Vancouver, pals.

Tour

Dear Friends,
Tour starts in less than a month! We’re all really excited, but we still have a few days we’d like to find shows for. If you know anyone who might be able to give us a hand filling in those days we would really appreciate it! Sorry for inundating you with this stuff lately!

01/06 – Nijmegen, NL @ De Onderbroek
02/06 – Lübeck, DE @ VeB Lübeck
03/06 – HELP – North-west Germany (Berlin, Leipzig, Dresden)?
04/06 – HELP – Anywhere in Czech Republic
05/06 – HELP – North-west Austria/Slovakia (Vienna, Bratislava)?
06/06 – Budapest, HU @ Szabad az Á…
07/06 – Novi Sad, RS @ CK13
08/06 – Banja Luka, BA @ Venue TBA
09/06 – Prestranek, SI @ KŠD Ivana Vadnala - Dvorana
10/06 – HELP – South Germany/Austria (Munich, Ulm, Graz)?
11/06 – Stuttgart, DE @ Venue TBA
12/06 – Darmstadt, DE @ Oetinger Villa
13/06 – Köln, DE @ Venue TBA
14/06 – HELP – North France (Paris, anywhere else)?
15/06 – Brighton, UK @ Green Door Store
16/06 – Plymouth, UK @ The White Rabbit
17/06 – Bristol, UK @ Venue TBA
18/06 – Manchester, UK @ Kraak Gallery
19/06 – Aberdeen, UK@ Cellar 35

Lyrics to new songs

Here are the lyrics to those two new songs we recently posted. I figured I should throw them up before I started hating them or something. 

Perdido Street Station

Morning light pierces through, the weight begins to lift as time shifts. Above there marks no sign of change, the world has not shifted. All is as it was and as it should be but something inside, deep, buried, has altered (something has altered). A new state of consciousness awakened (but what is new) in the new light. Now like never before the gravity that surrounds us has meaning(as it bears down). We feel more connected to the world that continues to pass on unaware.(always unaware of our motions)

We now wear a different mask, a new face. We gaze out with a new perspective in new directions. No one can see this, no one can view what we now see. We try to herald a new thought, but all words fall short. There is no description, no direction. Only an idea that cannot leave its current nurtured state. Time moves forward and the day’s light shifts, and with it we begin our descent. Our clarity begins to be bogged down by doubt. Into the darkness we shuffle along and the masks we made begin to peel back, leaving us raw. What was once fact becomes theory. Connections sever and doubts manifest themselves deep, deeper than we ever could have possibly imagined. Out of nowhere this darkness takes shape to rival our hopes and desires and make us reevaluate ourselves.

(Is it already known, have we just caught up? Do these words have no weight, do they have no meaning? Where do we go on from here knowing what we now know?) 

We try to rally, to create a new pattern  but still crawl through this dirt, trip over this mound and build a wall.

City and the City

Falling forward, ripped away from every comforting constant. Direct contact becomes memory, that fades into new territory. I look back at these old horizons, oh how they have changed. What was once so normal has become a new idea. Always searching, never resting. Breathe becomes so much more laboured. As the crashing sky falls down and presses against my lungs, I look to what we all once shared, a new home. One that must have always been, but what has it become. Why is returning so daunting. Clawing at the threads of this tattered dream, all unravels. What is revealed is nothing more then a broken promise, a memory that was never held.( We can only go home once we’ve realized that we’ve never been there before)
Why do we try so hard to find a home that was never there?

odiolasmanianas asked: which is the origin of the name of your band?in Chile there is a band called asamblea internacional del fuego, and one of his songs says, "as Rome falls, all will fall" as the name of your band. regards

Our band name was inspired by Francisco De Goya, the Spanish 18th/19th century artist. More specifically, our namesake was directly derived from one of his prints titled “Todos Caerán.”

Mahria and Gumilinski split lyrics

Diamond Age:

Just when I find comfort in everything around me I stop myself from stopping. Always looking forward, while missing the past, more precious opportunities slip though my grasp. I know that I am trying, forcing myself to go out, to socialize to meet new people. And though I am met with positive reception I can never shake off this horrible feeling that crawls down my neck, ensuring my continued discomfort. As I find that I am accepted into others lives I fear any eventual outcome. Burdened by the thoughts of my failure I cling to any solid foundation that I can find. Suddenly memories become tangible objects which I desire. To find a way to relive my past, while squandering all that I have in front of me. There is everything that I need to create a sense of belonging. Once again, I must try to find a way to ignore these seeds that I have planted in my mind. To acknowledge what it is that I have become, to acknowledge what I have become a part of.

Snowcrash:

In this frozen climate every movement made feels more real. An abrupt reminder telling us that we choose to live in this. Though I am surrounded by this desolate beauty I find that I cannot escape this sea of negativity that continues to envelope me, tainting everything, destroying every precious moment. Though we continue to move forward I seem the think that I am falling behind. As this cold air pierces my lungs freezing me, [I] inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, I gasp for breath.

The dispossessed:

As these people’s lives who mean so much to me fall apart, I realize how little control I really have. I want to find a way to help the best I can but I cannot find the words to repair what has been broken. As these worlds fall apart I stand back and watch. And this reaches out and effects all of us, and this reaches out and effects me. Even though small gestures can move mountains I feel that I have not done enough to create what feels like a  stronger connection, to repair what has been broken. All things must evolve and change but I cannot seem to let go of the strings that tie me to the past.

Left hand of darkness:

As we are tossed into these murky depths our surroundings become distorted. Though we know we should be rising, we continue to descend. As the pressure begins to exert itself we feel the weight of our actions. Our perceptions grow darker as we continue to descend. [but] No longer will the euphoric highs be overshadowed by these crushing lows. Yes we all can rise above this, yes we all can overcome this. 

*Sorry this took so long, I lost all of my files. I had to decipher whatever I said on a few of these songs that we have not played in a long time. 

-James