Shaun, Kai, Martin, Jordan and Tom
In January 2018 Landscapes deleted their Instagram and Facebook accounts, and added to their Twitter bio: "Was a hardcore punk rock band, now dead. 2010-2018 RIP."
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Aurora
Landscapes Lyrics
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And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat,
I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal.
The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the bone.
The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I′ve stalked
Them all before.
Claws
In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush
Beset by regret, let love gather dust
The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart
Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart
All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures
Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors
It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves
The muses have only proven that all beauty fades
Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails
I've lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals
It seems to be, on nights like these, we′ve made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve.
This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug.
The lyrics to Landscapes's song Aurora describe the internal turmoil and despair of the singer as they ruminate on the harsh realities of the world. The opening lines perfectly depict the weight of a sleepless night, where the darkness and silence forces one to confront the bleakness of existence. The singer laments the absence of a higher power, one that can be held accountable for the brutality of humanity. Instead, they express anger and frustration through murderous curses that seep through the song's verses.
The singer highlights the unfairness of life, where those who are the cruelest usually get the largest reward. It's as if they are saying that the most callous and uncaring people seem to thrive in a world that disregards morals, which leads to a sort of bitterness towards society. The ghosts of moonlit lanes mentioned in the song may represent memories of the past, the various paths that have led the singer to their current state. The phrase "idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry claws" implies that there are brief moments of respite that become all the more precious when the world is trying to drag them back down.
In the chorus, the focus shifts to love and how it can be obscured by regret. The blue moon's full moon is a rare and special event, and the fact that the singer is beset by regret during such a unique occasion signifies that their emotions are a burden that they cannot escape. They also use the phrase "savagery of revelry," which speaks to the destructive nature of humans when we let loose and indulge without restraint. The singer calls upon the muses in their time of need, hoping that the beauty of their haunting melody will penetrate their hardened heart.
The final lines of the song "It seems to be, on nights like these, we've made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve. This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug" speak to how our actions as a society lead to suffering and pain. It's a powerful moment of reflection that encourages the listener to assess the kind of world they're contributing towards. The graves we've dug may represent not just the physical graves we create but the figurative ones, such as the guilt of lost opportunities or wrong choices. Overall, the song conveys a sense of despair that's all too relatable in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving.
Line by Line Meaning
Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent
In the midst of an insomniac night, when everything around me is void of sound
And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat,
With a lack of light, unable to hold a divine being responsible for the current situation
I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal.
I quietly curse the world for enjoying its ability to inflict pain and suffering on others
The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the bone.
The most ruthless individuals are the ones who prosper the most, leaving nothing behind for the weak and innocent
The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I've stalked them all before.
I am familiar with the feeling of walking the deserted streets at night, feeling a kinship with the ghostly atmosphere
Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the world's hungry claws
Taking advantage of any free time and avoiding the demanding pressures of society
In a blue moon's full moon, in the splendor and rush
During a rare moment of celestial beauty and excitement
Beset by regret, let love gather dust
Overwhelmed with remorse, allowing my emotions to wither away
The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart
The brutality and recklessness of indulgence has torn me apart both physically and emotionally
Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart
Using the dangerous allure of temptation to weaken my own unwilling heart
All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures
The temporary bandages holding together a fragile and uncertain destiny
Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors
The mixed blessings and curses of the restless and curious spirit
It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves
Everything falls apart in the end just like the destructive power of nature
The muses have only proven that all beauty fades
Everything that is beautiful eventually fades away and returns to dust
Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails
Even in a comfortable and privileged setting, there is still a palpable pain and suffering
I've lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals
I've experienced the crushing loss of everyone I've held dear, due to death and abandonment
It seems to be, on nights like these, we've made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve.
During nights of despair, it feels like we are living in our own personal hell, one that we have brought upon ourselves
This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug.
This is the time when we reflect on the mistakes that led us to this point and accept responsibility for the consequences of our actions
Writer(s): Marco Baroni, Alessandro Neri, Federico Locchi
Contributed by Emily W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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