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--- General -------------------------- Artist: Indian Summer Origin: Oakland, California Years active: 1993 - 1994 Label: Repercussion, Future Recordings --- Discography ------------------- 1993 | 7" - Self Titled 1993 | split 7" - w/ Current 1994 | split 7" - w/ Embassy 1994 | split 7" - w/ Ordination of Aaron 2002 | CD - Science 1994 2006 | CD - Hidden Arithmetic --- Title ------------------------------- Title: Angry Son Album: Self Titled (1993) --- Lyrics ----------------------------- In the stone heart of an angry son An angry son who has done his swallowing His memories are bitten pills So many bitten pills that he has collected... The broken ground he now moves on This ground so unsettled So endlessly unsettled... On the way to the sunken earth And still he moves on This is earth... Has moved on and collected Settled to his own liking And still he moves on A voice in the back of his head Reminding him that this is stolen That this is not his... All these moments All these precious time Spent moments in gravity... All this anxious waiting All this time spent waiting All this pain that you know All this pain that you will ever know In waking hours, time spent in this moment Though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance... it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. it is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's and a night sky... Racing, racing Yelling softly This is the moment This is the moment A look to heaven Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky This is the moment Holding moments and forgiving relevance...it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. it is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's and a night sky...
