Swan Song

by Time Bomb

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Nicolas RESSOT Time bomb sait manier les paradoxes : fouillis et en même temps très fouillé, brut de décoffrage et à la fois très sophistiqué, un peu Dillinger escape plan et pas mal Psyopus (plus les claviers) ; autrement dit une véritable bombe, à écouter sans attendre ! Favorite track: I Got Arms And Legs; I Have Everything!.
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about

This is Time Bomb's farewell. Who knows, maybe some time way down the road there will be a Coming Out of Retirement album, but this is it for the time being. Thanks to those of you who listened to me this long, and if you are just discovering me, well, shit, go listen to some PlasticBag FaceMask. It's just like this, only completely different and way better.

That being said, I post all of my various projects on here, so stick around, there will be a lot more on here even if it isn't Time Bomb.

Cheers.

credits

released January 1, 2017

Time Bomb is Patrick Hogan.
Additional guitars written by Jacob Lee.
Guitar performed by Jacob Lee.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jacob Lee.

Additional lyrics on Which I Loathe Like Poison by Jacob Lee
Additional lyrics on I Got Arms And Legs; I Have Everything! by William Shakespeare
Additional lyrics on This Song Has a Title, I Swear by Sylvia Plath

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Patrick D. Hogan Fresno, California

The musical attempts of Patrick D. Hogan & co.

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Track Name: Part of Me Is Made of Glass, And Also, I Love You
They asked if I had any final words. White dress, wide-eyed, legacy. Nothing could stop me now, but somehow I'm still lost.

There's nothing left for me here, it's time to move on. Swan song, swan song. Try to wish at the well, but my two cents are gone. Swan song, swan song.

Plagued by touch that never made contact. I don't mind being this anymore because I've realized no one else ever notices.

There's nothing left for me here, it's time to move on. Swan song, swan song. Try to wish at the well, but my two cents are gone. Swan song, swan song.

Call it what you will. A disease without a cure. A home without a foundation. A life without a purpose. A sky without the stars. The loneliest of souls.

Just because I'm on the shelf does not mean that I am for sale.
Track Name: Stephen Hawking’s Smile
Trapped in my own body I taste the desire to be who I was. I feel the wind under my wings but know there's no way to fly anymore. The wind pushes through my sails and kisses the salt of the air.

Let me sink, just set me free. I'm a prisoner, can't you see? I'm locked in myself but can't find the key. There's the person I am and then there's who I want to be.

If I was made for this then I can be unmade.

I'll sink with the anchor and know the ocean floor.

Let me sink, just set me free. I'm a prisoner, can't you see? I'm locked in myself but can't find the key. There's the person I am and then there's who I want to be.

As I spread my wings just one last time I wish I had what was always mine.
Track Name: Which I Loathe Like Poison (featuring Jacob Lee)
Ice on my tongue. Ice in my veins. The words have frozen in the air and fallen to the ground.

I see your silhouette, but the curtain never moves. I fear I've gone insane. You heard me say the words without the guts to prove. I fear you've walked away.

Be honest, you never wanted to hear my words. Feel free to pull away from me. You know if you ever wanted to find me again I'd be waiting.

Wake under infrared. Drape your skin on the radiator. Reverse ecdysis. Stretch your suit over your scales. They live. Order mealworms from your lackey. Claw his face if he starts slacking. Stretch your tongue, crunch them all. Eat your fill for mankind's fall. Pose for photos with your family fauxs. And lick your hot young daughter's nose. A sucker for some sex abuse but first an interview with Fox news. Tell them that they want to hurt us and tell them only you can save us. Tell them she can only lie and tell them he's a muslim guy. They say you are just a racist. Maybe more than you are sexist. But, you genius, you can hide. The biggest truth from all their eyes

I see your silhouette, but the curtain never moves. I fear I've gone insane. You heard me say the words without the guts to prove. I fear you've walked away.

Good-bye to my sense of self-worth. It's a shame I can't keep it from getting worse. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times. I built these walls around me so I'd never cross that line.

Underneath your orange suit from Buffalo Bill's, you're a fucking lizard.

I promise, no matter the way things are, they can always be different.
Track Name: Photo Graphic
Fire-breather, speak your piece, we've waited all night for you. The needles from your eyes, I feel them pierce my skin.

Fire-breather, you coat my lungs with ash. Stand before me as I battle your words and scorn.

Underground, we hide, heroes for the living, the envy of the dead.

What we once called our homes we now call our graves. Who we once called our friends we now call our slaves.

Living moment to moment
Track Name: Not Waving, But Drowning
I feel stuck but everyone else can, See me moving. You smile and nod and eat up my words, Lies worth proving. The smoke from your words, Blacken the skies. It surrounds my body and chokes out my air, exposing my guise.

When I say I will never tell a lie, y'will see the truth in my eyes. I mean I'll try to never jeopardize what we place into the sky. The tears you'll cry when the rain falls from your eyes, and the sun dares not to pry.
You will feel, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever,
Think is real, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever,
Want to face when you try to take my place, when I've fallen far from grace. I know the day when I should have walked away, it's all my mind replays. Save the date for when you're in the state that lets you know my heartbreak.
You will feel, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever,
Think is real, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever,

This room smells of gasoline, I fear your tongue may spark. Setting the whole thing ablaze. Maybe you should tell the truth.

I feel stuck but everyone else can, See me moving. You smile and nod and eat up my words, Lies worth proving. The smoke from your words, Blackens the skies. It surrounds my body and chokes out my air, exposing my guise.

Burn the whole thing down.
Track Name: I Got Arms And Legs; I Have Everything!
My brain is no longer an analog piece of equipment. Those moments have passed. Digital and malfunctioning, the rain has made it's way into my circuits. Plug me in before I crash. I've tasted every surge from my past.

Make your blood boil, I'll taste the results of my cruelty and thrive. Held up by hands. None dare to drop. All hear my tongue. And tremble with fear, fear.

Flying across an open sky, I prepare for the coming day.

Who do I see in the distance? Young nights and old wisdom. I cherish both. Outside of everything I've ever known, I watch and wait, biding my time.

Discouraged. Ravaged. Neglect to attend to my wounds. I spent too long licking yours. Everything you ever needed, I offered it all, but the reality is I should have known you would take all you could until I was bled dry.

Heaven forgive him and forgive us all. Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall. Some run brakes of ice, and answer none. And some condemned for a fault alone. Alone.
Track Name: Said the Shotgun to the Mouth
There's a reason this is ending. The silver spoon in my mouth has melted into a loaded gun and suffice it to say the trigger will pull itself before too long.

You've heard me say these words before. Why do you still listen?

Soaked through like a dirty pot in a long abandoned house.

Take it out back, its time is done. Let me say my final good-byes. Ten men stand before you and stare. Guns ready, aim, three, two, one, fire.
Track Name: Abortion as a Form of Birth Control
In this boat we call our home, there once sat many but now it is only us.
The rest were thrown overboard, one by one, whenever we needed a reminder of what it means to be alive. Their bodies lay beneath us, the punchlines of jokes with set ups we could never quite master. We float along, never reaching a shore. Our eyes interlocked, we decide without words to move ourselves to the mountain in the distance, for fear that we will be the next to sink. From this point it looks no taller than you, but once we are at its feet, praying to a god of size, telling it of our intended conquering, we step foot on land for the first time. We do not fall, for our hearts still sway as the water did, keeping our balance in tact. Without question, we ascend. As the terrain grows white with snow/we shed our clothes/and paint our skin pale/until all we can see/of each other are/our eyes and cheeks/At the top we enter a cave/and walk through the/darkness, feeling for a wall/or an exit, but none become known. Farther still we walk until our feet grow wet with blood. Sloshing through, we find it surpass our ankles, our knees, our hips. I/take your hand now and guide you through, a pendulum of bal/ance between us. When it has reached our mouths we breathe deeply/the smell of metal, and submerge ourselves. Our bodies remain heavy and we continue to walk without fear of floating to the top. The white paint stained now, we stop and stare, hoping to be the last, even if we both must go.
Track Name: This Song Has a Title, I Swear
The strings come in, softly now. The piano player comes in like a dream/In this, the finale, the orchestra wants to go out strong. When the seats are empty at the end of the night/there's no one left applauding. Though the echoes may ring through the ears at night/the walls of a dark room don't clap for your sorrows.

The excitement gone, it's all a job now.

Keeping a sharp eye on my feet, I fear if I trip now I will never recover.

I can taste the dust of the room. Deep down, I know there's some of you still left on my tongue. I set up camp at the fork in the road until the decision was no longer mine.

Stay here, please. I never asked to feel this. Hand over hand. Fist over fist. The words get stuck in my throat, until I don't know the difference between how it feels to breathe and how it feels to choke. The acid in my veins gets thicker. The chemicals that drip from my pores. How much longer should I bask in the glory of never making the right choice?

Having trouble keeping my composure. It's hard to hold your hand when I can't hold myself together. I'm reaching, I'm reaching, I'm reaching. I'm prepared to hold whatever comes my way forever.

Have I given up everything? Has it all been a waste of time?

I can taste the dust of the room. Deep down, I know there's some of you still left on my tongue. I set up camp at the fork in the road until the decision was no longer mine.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.