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A Framework

by Buttonhoof

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1.
Visualize a grey colored sky A dark green clapboard and blackened blue eye Speak softly my son, of what you’ve become For this is you. Turn around turn around Turn around turn around Black listed men have beautiful hearts Torn apart yourself, that’s crazy Back off that weather skin Trying too hard to defend a decision That was lost Make believe, all pretend Can’t start all over again So I ask, must I beg.
2.
The Curve 02:01
Standing in the shadow of insanity Shadowing a man of conformity Living to die And dying to sleep A rough serrated edge Buried too deep The trains of knowledge Never derail Laws can be broken to ride And we’ll take a dance Spinning in circles All over town I see that twinkle in your eye Buttonhoof, A Framework – And notice you can mistook NBC for god. Lets go to the river I swear I’ll dump it in I swear I watch it dissipate. Watch it leave the state.
3.
Landscape 02:46
All is quiet on the western front As I throw up my arms Gravity takes hold Pack horses, slum dwellers and slaves They got what they need I got what I need. I don’t need what I got I don’t need what I got Ill go and search not wait and feed See, I got this thing about doing without My friends and I we won’t hold back No holding back. A rising tide of doing without I guess you’ve noticed my spoon aint that big. I’ll have to stick to a Regime of portion control I don’t need what I got I don’t need what I got Ill go and search not wait to feed See I got this thing about doing without My friends and I we wont hold back No holding back.
4.
My guitars been lying Stealing, bad behaving My minds been racing Plotting, not succeeding Water logged shoes And a full backpack And I stumble yeah Yeah, I stumble, I stumble like so Tag youre it, Im tired of these games And im not gonna take it anymore No no no no Them drums been fighting Thick skinned, biting brawling
5.
Roundabout 02:36
The best of a bad situation And nothing more. Thoughts in the clouds he memorized the floor Splitting in pieces hes broke to the bone Hes going down. Going down Books and maps surround himself Preparing for what he can Theres a structure to fail A landlord to weep And him. He’ll get by fine A precious chapter is built Where everyone falls A switch of the lighter has broke down those walls My friends, my friends my enemies. My friends, my friends my enemies Has the thought every come That the glass was a gun God, oh god what have I done? God, oh god what have I done Independent, self sufficient Were going down Going down, were going down Going down, going down, were going down.
6.
No one expects you to show much grief When you lock your doors and child is asleep No one expects this sort of fear Hatch the battons when neighbors near If only you had the foresight to be different If only you had the foresight to be different Popular demand for saftey’s sake A four button code withers a deep handshake And impact you want a walk you won’t take Paralysis by analysis, your mistake Paralysis by analysis, your mistake If only you had the foresight to be different. If only you had the foresight to be different Pack your belongings mam Its time to leave Cover your mouth Your air we wont breathe Don’t assume for a second this is your last attack If only you had the foresight to be different (4x)
7.
No Armor 03:30
The light is failing Quicker than before I want to appreciate By lying on the floor Warmed over rock bed Content, Content, we wanted more I can’t take back anything I say So I best choose my words in a better way A river to the right and dust on our trail Ill fall in, you better believe I will There is no armor here Just a guarded vest Sticking to the mercy of One of the best (x2) Truly a declaration To remove the blame I hope for tolerance One in the same A long humid path Webs stretching through Rise and begin to move A realistic point of view There is no armor here Just a guarded vest Sticking to the mercy of One of the best.
8.
God is Alone 04:08
Charcoal fitted mud gritted with a Devil in his pack, hes a Black listed book not a chance to find a shelf Hes been alone fifteen years, ten by himself While he stares a blank to the clouds each afternoon He sees them drop Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself Ugly face and thoughts to match Nowhere to let off Taught hate at an early age He learned it too. Hes been alone fifteen years, ten by himself While he stares a black to the clouds each afternoon He sees them drop Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself A dusty Monday he sat to write The last of his words A shaken hand struck a chord No one could make out A blank stare to the cloud that morn Fade to black And there he dropped Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself
9.
The Cliffs 02:47
Bend the branch we shall feast tonight No prayer or blessing Not one to spare She’s running from dark circles She’s running from dark circles Caused by the city lights His hands they look so soft now Strengthen everyday Its called progress After the fish the fuel For the perfect sea of flames They sit to talk about their dreams Their dreams The bottles ran dry And the wind has upped its game Hot coals whisper That we must be on our way Shes running from dark circles Caused by the city lights His hands they look so soft now Strengthen everyday Its called progress
10.
Death Wish 03:10
Sit right here let the smoke color you in Heavy handed lover Described as a friend White striped suit, so damn smooth Burns red light a warning light Glows brighter with each deep breath And you see, Im a slave Smokey breath ten years now Disobey my inner self My self control Advance to stage three Lungs screaming with a friendly pop Yellow fingers coax me home Chained shackles around my feet Ive got a deathwish Hang me out to dry Ive got a deathwish Smokey breath, ten years now Disobey my inner self My self control Advance to stage three
11.
A few lights stay lit in the middle of the street Sometimes I forget how hard it can be Observe that overturned beater at my feet Hunker down hands on my knees Hunker down hands attached to my knees Hunker down hands are my knees Staying aware of my hands, my face, of me The radio sings the saddest song I know While a man of god bites his lip Hes got that night fiightened face (x2) Old man old man go back inside (x4) Hunker down, hands on my knees
12.
Fighting sleep with breath caught in my throat Everythings timing, that includes this wakeup call Counting bruises, the ones that last too long You won’t catch me praying for rain Don’t give me that runaround I don’t need no sacramental dance Ive got service to attend Service to attend Fighting sleep with breath caught in my throat Saved by lord rational Counting bruises, easily explained You won’t catch me praying for rain Ive had trouble from the start Organized backwoods school of thought I walk alone I walk alone Don’t give me that runaround I don’t need no sacramental dance Ive got service to attend (x4)

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Debut full length recorded at DBB studios in Fort Wayne Indiana

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released April 1, 2013

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Buttonhoof Bloomington, Indiana

Buttonhoof are an eclectic and intensely full three piece hailing from the honest flats of Southern Indiana where they stray only a few feet from their punk rock roots. Soulful lyrics accommodated by a never modest bass section that can only be matched by the syncopated magician we call a drummer. Buttonhoof, its whats for dinner! Wait... maybe I'm thinking of beef. ... more

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