Their debut album Plan B was the brainchild of the band’s guitarist/original vocalist Michael Franzino, who invited several talented musicians in the Sacramento scene (Including various orchestral instrumentalists and a female vocalist) to perform on the record. They spent their first year of existence diligently perfecting their live set, building their fan base, and most recently, writing their sophomore album as a collaborative effort. Their live set is known for setting deep moods that swing from thoughtful, emotional build-ups to body-moving, epic climaxes.
After signing both deals, they entered Interlace Audio Recording Studio with producer / engineer Kris Crummet (Closure In Moscow, Fear Before, Dance Gavin Dance) to record their second full length, Conversation Piece.
After it's release in the fall of 2011, Conversation Piece received praise and they were called "one of post-hardcore’s most important new bands and one of the few capable of saving the scene." (-MindEqualsBlown.net).
A Lot Like Birds spent all of 2012 on the road, taking their new album and frenzied live antics to the masses. The positive reception to their high energy performances lead to a one month tour of Europe in February 2013. The band's growing fan base fueled powerful performances in London, Paris, Vienna, Budapest and 19 other cities.
ALLB Released their 2nd LP 'No Place' with Equal Vision Records on October 29th, 2013.
ALLB released their 3rd LP 'DIVISI' with Equal Vision Records on May 5th, 2017.
On February 17, 2018, A Lot Like Birds announced their break-up.
Current Members:
Cory Lockwood
Michael Franzino
Ben Wiacek
Joseph Arrington
Matt Coate
Past Members
Kurt Travis
Michael Littlefield
Recluse
A Lot Like Birds Lyrics
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we decompose like decrepit particles,
windows of your inner being.
Neglecting what is loved.
It's the absence of substenance.
Struggling to exist
in this hallowed yet hollow shell.
Hey you, your guard's up but the whole room can see straight through.
melting 'round the edges and dripping down your spine.
You've got very little time.
And most of it is mine anyways.
Oh no! Don't hesitate, they can sense it.
Within the shadows of the ever-barren,
we decompose like decrepit particles.
Can you feel me crawling through your inner being?
You're a hollow shell that once existed.
Did you come into the sending?
So send me away. We all just end up as dust.
Glorified ash. Rust. Welcome, my guest, to the attic!
Just shut the trap behind you, don't panic, we don't mean to startle you.
If you could just remove all your clothes,
shut your mouth and relax and we'll remove a part of you.
Wrap her up, wrap her up, wrap her up.
Struggle deep inside the cobweb, we can feel the strands shake off.
Fill up my stomach with heartbeats!
Skitter backwards into cluttered recesses, your home is ours!
Everything you threw out, abandoned;
we took as our own, built it up in our own way.
Mansion of mess! A legacy of refuse, eaten memories and scars.
Don't stay. I don't care, just let me be or make me whole.
Walk, crawl, run. As long as you don't forget this place, our faces, these old floors.
"Home is where the hearts are," said the hunger to the waiting predator.
Now I know where to go. "Home is where the fun starts,"
said the hunger to the waiting predator.
Yeah, I know where to go. Go for the throat.
"Recluse," a song by A Lot Like Birds, is an incredibly complex and introspective track that deals with themes of isolation, self-destruction, and the search for meaning in a world that can often feel empty and hollow. The lyrics present a vivid and unsettling image of a person who is trapped within themselves, struggling to find their way out of a dark and suffocating mental space. The use of metaphors such as "hollow shell" and "decrepit particles" serve to reinforce the idea of a person who has lost touch with their own humanity and is slowly disintegrating into nothingness.
The song's opening lyrics, "Within the shadows of the ever-barren, we decompose like decrepit particles, windows of your inner being. Neglecting what is loved," suggest a sense of hopelessness and despair that pervades the entire track. The repeated references to decay and decomposition serve as a stark reminder of the fleeting nature of life itself, and the importance of cherishing the relationships and experiences that we have while we still can.
As the song progresses, the lyrics become increasingly bleak and desperate, with lines like "Just shut the trap behind you, don't panic, we don't mean to startle you. If you could just remove all your clothes, shut your mouth and relax and we'll remove a part of you," painting a vivid picture of a person who has lost all sense of agency and control over their own life. The final lines of the song, "Yeah, I know where to go. Go for the throat," suggest a sense of determination and resolve, as if the singer has finally accepted their fate and is ready to face whatever comes their way.
Overall, "Recluse" is a deeply powerful and emotionally charged song that deals with some of the most difficult and painful aspects of the human experience. Its raw honesty and poetic imagery make it a standout track in A Lot Like Birds' powerful and affecting discography.
Line by Line Meaning
Within the shadows of the ever-barren,
In the darkness where nothing grows,
we decompose like decrepit particles,
we deteriorate like broken pieces,
windows of your inner being.
your inner self, exposed and vulnerable.
Neglecting what is loved.
ignoring the things that matter.
It's the absence of substenance.
there's nothing left to sustain us.
Struggling to exist
fighting to survive,
in this hallowed yet hollow shell.
in this sacred but empty space.
Hey you, your guard's up but the whole room can see straight through.
you're putting up a front, but it's obvious to everyone.
Your exoskeleton is plastic,
your outer shell is fake,
melting 'round the edges and dripping down your spine.
slowly falling apart and causing you pain.
You've got very little time.
you're running out of time to fix yourself.
And most of it is mine anyways.
and I'm the one who will ultimately benefit from your demise.
Oh no! Don't hesitate, they can sense it.
don't show weakness or they'll take advantage of it.
Can you feel me crawling through your inner being?
can you sense my influence on your soul?
You're a hollow shell that once existed.
you're an empty version of who you used to be.
Did you come into the sending?
did you willingly enter into this situation?
So send me away. We all just end up as dust.
get rid of me. In the end, we all turn to nothing.
Glorified ash. Rust. Welcome, my guest, to the attic!
in the end, we're all just dust and decay. Welcome to my domain!
Just shut the trap behind you, don't panic, we don't mean to startle you.
close the door behind you and calm down. We're not trying to scare you.
If you could just remove all your clothes,
if you could just let go of your inhibitions,
shut your mouth and relax and we'll remove a part of you.
stop talking and surrender a piece of yourself to us.
Wrap her up, wrap her up, wrap her up.
take control, wrap her up and make her yours.
Struggle deep inside the cobweb, we can feel the strands shake off.
fight against the web we've trapped you in. We can feel your resistance.
Fill up my stomach with heartbeats!
let me consume your essence and use it to sustain myself.
Skitter backwards into cluttered recesses, your home is ours!
retreat into the dark corners of your mind. We've taken control of your thoughts and emotions.
Everything you threw out, abandoned;
all the things you left behind and forgot about,
we took as our own, built it up in our own way.
we appropriated them and made them part of our twisted world.
Mansion of mess! A legacy of refuse, eaten memories and scars.
our dwelling place is a masterpiece of chaos and disorder. We've consumed your memories and left you with wounds that will never heal.
Don't stay. I don't care, just let me be or make me whole.
leave me alone or make me feel complete.
Walk, crawl, run. As long as you don't forget this place, our faces, these old floors.
move however you like, just don't forget about us or the place we've trapped you in.
"Home is where the hearts are," said the hunger to the waiting predator.
"Home is where I can consume your essence," said the hunger to the predator waiting to pounce.
Now I know where to go. "Home is where the fun starts,"
now I know where to take you. "Home is where the torture begins,"
said the hunger to the waiting predator.
said the hunger to the one who is ready to prey on the weak.
Yeah, I know where to go. Go for the throat.
I know exactly how to hurt you. Attack without mercy.
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