No Expectations

by Swimmer's Lungs

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thefacelessbtbam This EP rips hard. Powerful and moving, it really speaks to the listener, and is an excellent entry into the post-hardcore/emo scene, reminding me of the good days of the early to mid 2000's. Favorite track: Mondovich.
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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jared Stimpfl at Captured Recording Studios in January/February 2017.

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released February 17, 2017

Swimmer's Lungs is:

Matt T. - Vocals
Doug D. - Guitar
Andy K. - Guitar
Ian P. - Bass
Eddie M. - Drums

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Swimmer's Lungs Bethlehem, Pennsylvania

Just some bois playing screamy hardcore.

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Track Name: Michael Phelps Bong Rips
Would that I become amnesia personified
But your manic state still haunts me
This is what I'd like to refer to
As a constant state of regression

Labyrinthine mindsets in varied dynamics
Of passive aggression while I cut my hands cleaning ceramics
My life treated as this dilemma
Life treated as this dilemma

Finding comfort
In blue and white fabrics
Glows on eggshells
Bucket hits
And bad habits

Writing too much
Reading too much
Nonsense
Writing to escape
Writing to escape
Writing to escape

Constance of a fevered mindstate
Rather than reading to learn
Rather than needing to learn

Ive been so slow

Never to focus on the needing to learn
Never to consider bettering oneself
Always falling into this cloud
Of depressed ignorance
Track Name: Eeydvard
My ego travels on crutches; sleep walking in bodies of water
And my mind's been slipping into nothing
And my mind's been drifting away
Who holds what of the ocean?
Aren't we just souls in the sea?
And what of the others lost in the waters?
And how lost can they truly be?

All our hopes and expectations
They are buried underfoot
All of our dreams and aspirations
They are lost in the rising tide

I need to find a solution
To all the problems encountering me
Or I'll be sucked out straight with the tide cause there's nobody answering my pleas
So I study my illness in hopes of coping with my anxieties
The tide goes out
And I am spent
Track Name: Final Jeopardy
Boisterous and arrogant
Rumination is pointless
But then again so is everything
But then again so is everything
I'm in love with anything that takes time off my life
Let's light up like cigarettes and burn into the night

I have a thousand
Trite phrases to pen
But I am feeling
Particularly lazy tonight
Let's dip into smoke
We'll stare into maddening whiteness
We'll transform into something loud and important
Something other than human

Boisterous; arrogant
Boisterous; arrogant

I was only fooling myself
I was only lying to myself
I'm beginning to hate myself
I've been meaning to change myself
Track Name: Mondovich
Your effervescence winks on the horizon
Your red beacon flickers in and out
My trembling fingers reach for the walls
As my swelling eyelids begin to pour out
Your effervescence winks on the horizon
Your red beacon flickers in and out
my trembling fingers reach for the walls
As my swelling eyelids begin to pour out
Your effervescence winks on the horizon
Your red beacon flickers in and out

Wrought iron wrought
Wrought iron worn
I dig my fingers in
One by one

How could someone drive recklessly
Let alone in heavy machinery?
How could someone drive recklessly
Let alone in heavy machinery?
How could someone drive recklessly
Let alone run a stop sign?

And now it's so sad to say
That the sound
Of screeching tires
Reminds me of you

And how much that we've all lost
And how much we fucking miss you
Of how much that I have lost
And how much I fucking miss you dude

To see your smiling face
To hear you laugh again
I fucking miss you man
To see your smiling face
To hear you laugh again
I fucking miss you man
To see your smiling face
To hear you laugh again
I fucking miss you
Track Name: Batman
Shouldering the burdens of a fevered mind
Damage my brain take away my memories
Strike me deaf I can't stand to hear your voice
Strike me blind I can't stand to see it again
You are no brother of mine
You are no brother

Suffering cause as a child I had cried
How could a compassionate adult hit a child?
And when you hit me did you feel proud?
And when you hit me did you feel strong?

Self righteous hypocrite
Self righteous piece of shit

And I spent all this time contemplating an escape
But then I came to realize that your demons are not mine
And that I'll never be your demons

And I pray to God that one day I can forgive you
And I pray to God that one day I can forgive you
But for now, but for now
You are no brother of mine
You are no brother of mine
You are no brother of mine
Track Name: Socrates In The Morning
Like the weight of a mountain
Standing on my chest
When I see you in the morning
And I say hello
And I ask you "how are you doing?"
And you reply "how are you doing?"
How did you apply the Socratic method to a greeting?
How does this happen?

I remember falling! I remember falling!
I do not recall! I do not recall!
How did this conversation wind up in this place?
I cannot recall! This is overwhelming!

So aloof and dismissive
So aloof and dismissive
So aloof and dismissive
So aloof and dismissive
So I'll ask nothing
So I'll ask nothing
So I'll ask nothing
So I'll ask nothing