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Minstrel in the Corner
15:43
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And now I sit here, my random thoughts finally left alone
There's nothing left, nothing left to find
So pack up and go home
Amid the din I'm just a minstrel in the corner
Not much to say; ask not for whom I play
Is this my last chance, my final word, am I heard at all?
Are there still notes I have yet to play
Or have I played them all?
Though I fear nothing there's nagging proof in fading memory
That some things I've said still haunt me, haunt me
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The Lost Journal
07:14
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Alone I stand staring at the break of day
Lost in thought wondering what I might say
Try to shake off the night though I don`t understand still I hope and pray
I know I gotta leave but man I wish I could stay
When I sit down, beside myself I feel lost, cold, empty and tired
It’s sad to think I take comfort in being alone
Pass the time trying to think of good things I`ve had
And hope the end will make this all seem not so sad
I’ll weather what might come and try to tell myself that things ain`t that bad
How long have I been gone, and how long before I go mad
When I look back to better times I can’t find my face in the crowd
I`m never there, so I must concede I`ve been gone all along
Time`s in chains the time has come to set it free
The captain`s gone, so I guess it all comes down to me
I fight this battle alone in constant fear of what might be in store for me
When will this journey end and what will it turn out to be
Will its conclusion elude my grasp or will it somehow find me?
Another step – one step closer to my destiny
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Sex for Sale
07:23
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Darkness is falling, but nighttime’s not yet here for you my dear
Yet you emerge from your chamber embracing the dark
How do you know what’s real? What will you do when the spark from your eyes has disappeared?
Beware: your money’s no good here and the cost is too high
Wish you could see yourself the way you really are
You won’t ever have to do without
She’s got everything that you’ve been dreamin’ ’bout
The two of you could fall in love
She’s got sex for sale
The prospect is daunting; a harsh reality that you won’t see
There’s something she wants that she sells for something you don’t need
Without cataclysmic fear you’ve boarded a craft that you’re going to find is hard to steer
When you wake up from your nightmare it’s already too late
You’ve been manipulated by your inner fears
It’s something the two of you can do without
It really ain’t what you think you’ve been dreamin’ ’bout
Maybe you’ll even fall in love
She’s got sex for sale
Where will you go from here? What will you do when everything has disappeared?
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Time Window
01:01
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Dawn had broke an early morning in this camp of misery
I wish you`d wanted me to stay but that’s something you won’t see
Hope left our tiny village drowning in the cold
You know I won’t yield; you know I can’t think about it
Bound I face the firing squad from behind blindfolded eyes
Just light my cigarette kiss me goodbye
A bounty on my head I tried but couldn’t make my way back home
I couldn`t watch the tale unfold, had to make my way alone
Mired in your own pain you were the only one who hunted me
And though you won’t yield
I really think you should think about it
Gaze beyond the empty forest where the children used to play
Holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
All that I once had is yours I leave no will or testament
There’ll be no stay of execution – we both know you won’t relent
Silent in my solitude as I choke down my last meal
Could we just cut a deal?
Your only hope is to think about it
‘Cause now I’m holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
Waiting for the axe to fall
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Dark Matter
08:14
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We’d planned a picture perfect picnic lunch but clouds were gathering up in the sky
Blissful, oblivious to falling leaves, we never thought to stop and think why
We’d knelt and spread a blanket out under the shade and safety of that oak tree
So many leaves sheltered us from reality evading intimacy
Amid the din of secret conversation I’d seen every word that you’d said
Lost in thought it seemed that everything I tried to say got stuck in my head
And although we were staring lovingly and deeply into each other’s eyes
You couldn’t fathom what was hiding there; what lay concealed behind this disguise
As the conversation spreads its wings and changes course to find other skies
It seems to me we should have sensed some hint at goodbye
I can still remember how we’d gathered there and sat under that old oak tree
Without a first or second thought of how we thought things might be
Though I can’t recall just how it happened there underneath that old oak tree
Inner voices hid from me an end I should have foreseen
Now was it something that I said, an odd remark or comment made out of turn?
Shaken, now hanging on my every word your face showed no small cause for concern
In that brief instant you had glimpsed the truth – a subtle shift and my cover was blown
3, 2, 1 it had all come undone and we were left sitting there alone
As the conversation spreads its wings and changes course to find other skies
It seems to me we should have sensed some hint at goodbye
And how or why we didn’t at the time up to this moment I’ve never known
Perhaps that’s why we never understood why you’d gone
I can still remember how you left me there, standing by the old oak tree
I remember laughing but the laughter wasn’t coming from me
I can still remember how you left me there, standing by the old oak tree
When you put it together you dropped our numbers back down to 3
There used to be so many voices in my head to help keep me company
But in the end the only ones remaining are the sniper, the piper, and me
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Surviving a number of lineup changes since its inception in 2006, Canadian prog rockers Falling Edge have just released their 4th album. Featuring Rob Kovar on drums and background vocals, and Chris Rupert on everything else, the album features their most ambitious effort to date - the epic 27 minute Final Dissent (Into Madness?). ... more
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