Vocalist Jordan Blilie, bassist Morgan Henderson, and drummer Mark Gajadhar joined with original Blood Brothers guitarist Devin Welch and started working almost immediately on their debut EP . Strange Symmetry was released on August 4, 2008 through Suicide Squeeze. It was initially a digital-only release with a limited run of physical CDs, but was later made more widely available on CD and vinyl.
Around the same time, the band was also featured in The Journal of Popular Noise, releasing a limited vinyl EP alongside other artists. The EP can also be downloaded from the band's official website.
A Myspace blog posted on November 17, 2009 detailed the forthcoming album, Tapestry of Webs. It will be released on February 23, 2010 by Suicide Squeeze. The post includes a full tracklisting and says that the title is taken from a painting by Ryan Iverson who agreed to let the band use the image for the album cover.
K-Hole
Past Lives Lyrics
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Grey fruit on broken branch, concrete on the vine
Beneath the silver and the skin, the teardrop and the sea
The hollow hole it grows into eternity
Candle in the corner, no light
No sleep no dream tonight
Where you long to sing the songs of love but no words are your own
And the sun will shine just long enough to show you what you've missed
Everywhere bewildered stare, a stranger where you sit
Babel is no tower, son; no, Babel is that pit
Where the taxman comes, collects your thoughts and puts them into print
This is all you've given us? This is all there is?
Everywhere bewildered stare, a stranger where you sit
The lyrics of K-Hole by Past Lives are quite abstract and require a deeper interpretation to understand them. The song talks about the feeling of being lost in a place where everything seems futile and meaningless. The visions that are soft and sweet, hanging from the hands of time, may represent the memories that we have from past experiences that haunt us. The grey fruit on the broken branch, concrete on the vine, might symbolize the beauty that is destroyed by the harshness of reality.
Beneath the silver and skin, the teardrop and the sea, represents the sadness and sorrow that people often hide behind a façade of materialistic objects. The hollow hole that grows to eternity could be interpreted as the feeling of emptiness that grows over time and consumes a person's life. The chorus of the song speaks about the inability to find rest or peace, represented by the candle in the corner with no light and no sleep or dream tonight.
The second verse talks about Babel, which is not the tower as commonly believed but the hole or pit, where people long to sing songs of love but find themselves without words. They are stuck in a place where they are unable to express themselves and make connections with others. The taxman collects their thoughts and puts them into print, symbolizing the loss of individuality and creativity. The song ends with the same chorus, emphasizing the feeling of being lost and alienated in a world that does not seem to make sense.
Line by Line Meaning
Those visions soft and sweet hang from the hands of time
Memories of pleasant experiences linger in the past
Grey fruit on broken branch, concrete on the vine
Destruction and decay prevail in the present
Beneath the silver and the skin, the teardrop and the sea
Underneath the surface there lies deep emotions and vastness
The hollow hole it grows into eternity
An empty void expands into infinity
Candle in the corner, no light
Hopelessness and darkness surround
No sleep no dream tonight
Anxiety and restlessness persist
Babel is no tower, son; no, Babel is that hole
The metaphorical Tower of Babel is not the source of confusion, but rather the void within oneself
Where you long to sing the songs of love but no words are your own
The desire to express love is hindered by the inability to find the right words
And the sun will shine just long enough to show you what you've missed
A fleeting moment of clarity reveals what has been lost
Everywhere bewildered stare, a stranger where you sit
Feeling lost and out of place in one's surroundings
Where the taxman comes, collects your thoughts and puts them into print
The oppressive outside world commands and records one's innermost thoughts
This is all you've given us? This is all there is?
The disappointment of realizing one's limitations and lack of creative output
Contributed by Brooklyn V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.