We Can't Turn This Around

by Subterranean Howl

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We've been grieving the loss of David Bowie in the only way we know how: Writing and recording a couple of songs to express our personal feelings and our view of the world at large in the absence of such a beautiful artist.


released January 29, 2016



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Subterranean Howl Portland, Oregon

The Subterranean Howl combines dance-worthy beats, epic song writing and other-worldly tones to create their life-affirming music. The band is: Simon Milliman (vox, guitar, keys, harmonica), Jerrad Nash (drums, percussion), Robin Ziari (bass, sax, accordion), Clae Spratt (guitar, banjo, mandolin, cigar box) and Danelle Dullem (Vox, keys). ... more

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Track Name: Maybe I'll Watch More Television
Maybe I'll watch more television
Though my eyes are fixated on nothingness
Lingering in the air

My heart is in my head (beating)
And the raindrops on the roof
Never end

Sometimes when you sang
I didn't listen
I'm listening now
But the air remains all too still

The quiet that I want
Is the silence that corrupts me
As I hold this guitar
And never touch the strings

I can't turn you around
I can't turn you around
I can't turn this around

I will throw myself
Into the ocean
The surf will beat this love
Out of my chest

Defeated by time
I'll rise into the open blue to you

I can't turn this around
I can't turn this around
I can't turn you around...
Track Name: Nothing But Noise
This evening feels like an unmade bed
Placed in the center of an empty ring
Blood on the canvas
Spit in the buckets
But the fighters went home

Crowds had seen this before
Crippled crows squawking over bread crumbs
No more fighters
Children of an angry god
No more fighters
Fighting their angry god

I hear the ground with my feet
I taste the air with my ears
Nothing but noise
No more waters flowing from the mouth
No more ships sailing from the east
Nothing but Noise

Cardboard cities
Rising up from the sand
Don't hide away, sun
Don't hide away, sun

Torrents advancing
Architects weeping
Nothing but noise
Melt into rivers
No more fighters
Nothing but noise

Violently shake me
I am your maraca
Let me announce you
I am your drum
I paint by numbers
My mind's not my own
It's all in my fingers

All that I steal
It's all that you teach me
Nothing but noise
Inside this piano
In my final breath
Nothing but noise
Vibrating my brain
Emptying my heart
Nothing but noise