Broken Songs

by Slow Sink

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Mark Armas releases his debut EP as Slow Sink entitled, Broken Songs, featuring some of his most raw and vulnerable work.

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released September 5, 2015

© 2015 Slow Sink. All rights reserved.
All music and lyrics by Mark Armas.

Overall production, recording, mixing and mastering by Nima Guzman.
Special thanks to Ian Invencion, Max Cinco, Enzo Zulueta, Timothy Recla, Gerard Peren, Giro Alva and Andrea Alegre for contributing to different instrument part contributions and track production.

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Track Name: Nine Years
Old life won’t you please
Old life won’t you please come back
I know that I’ve made these mistakes but I can’t turn back

Is it my thoughts or my dreams
Nightmares that I get each night
Which cause me to lose my precious sense of sight

But all those times we got lost in the dark
We found light in each other’s heart
We found light in each other’s heart

All those little things
All those little things we said
Had nothing to do with the love we shared on that bed

Whispers of the wind
Whispers from these broken songs
Told me to lose faith in the search for right in my wrongs

But all those times we got lost in the dark
We found light in each other’s heart
We found light in each other’s heart

Hold on I can’t think straight
But then I was nine years too late
To try and turn into love/joy what once was hate
Ooh, ooh

But all those times we got lost in the dark
We found light in each other’s heart
We found light in each other’s heart
Track Name: Money Song
If there was no such thing as money
I wonder how simple life would be
If there was no such thing as money
I wonder how easy life would be
Cus sometimes life gets too hard
Yeah sometimes it just falls apart
Oh cus sometimes life gets too hard
Yeah sometimes you need to restart

If there was no such thing as money
I wonder how many people would believe
If there was no such thing as money
I wonder how many people would be free
Free from worry for what you’ll lose
Free from trouble to pay in your dues
Free from people those on the news
Free from prison singing the blues

Let me be a child again

If there was no such thing as money
Will there be a difference between you and me
If there was no such thing as money
Will the answers I need stay a mystery
Oh cus sometimes, sometimes
I just don't know
Track Name: Figments
Every day when I wake
I see your face by mistake
They’re just figments of you
Figments of you in my mind

Will you come back to me
If I say that all I see
Are figments of you
Figments of you in my mind

Figments of you
Figments of me
Figments of us
How it used to be
Figments of you
Figments of me
Figments of us
The possibility

Sometimes when I go to sleep
I cry those tears that you would weep
It’s those things you would do
Things you would do time to time

And just in case you think of me
I’ll be the space where you could be
The girl I have to
The girl I have to go and find

Figments of you (I keep waiting and waiting)
Figments of me (I’m just waiting and waiting)
Figments of us (I’ll keep waiting and waiting)
How it used to be

Figments of you (I keep waiting and waiting)
Figments of me (I’m just waiting and waiting)
Figments of us (I’ll keep waiting and waiting)
The possibility

Will you come
Back to me
If I say
That all I need
Are just figments of you
Figments of you
In my mind
Track Name: Spurn
Like a river that overflows
And proceeds to break the dam
If you hear the crack of stone
Then run away as fast as you can
Like a whip on my bare back
Cuts the wings off my own skin
Then the crowd will scream and clap
Eager for the judgment to begin

“Not you,” she said to me, “Not you”
She said, she said

Call the preacher, call the healer
Call whoever I can blame
Got this dark and deadly fever
Not sure I’ll make it, if I’ll make it when it rains

So when I’m done, throw these clothes back in the water
Just remember to keep my body clean and dry
My soul’s surrender, in smoke I will offer
Behold this is the final sacrifice

“Not you,” she said to me, “Not you”
She said, she said