The Rising Tide (Part 1​)​: Corsa Al Ribasso

by Djevara

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Part 1 of Djevara's 3rd album "The Rising Tide", this release saw the band make a huge change of direction reflecting the themes of suicide, loss and desolation - it's a dark, caustic record soaked in post-hardcore and left-field alternative rock, strangely influenced by 'avante-garde'. Perhaps the band's most challenging work, this was also the most cathartic. A deeply personal, intensely angry record.

"A superb progression - 8/10" - Rock Sound
"Killer Stuff" - Whisperin' & Hollerin'

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released March 8, 2010

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Djevara /je-vær-æ/ noun - "The concept/myth of a time and/or place at which exists the end of intolerance, and the beginning of justice. Possibly metaphorical, the word has its origin in a ancient language from rural Asia"

Often described as furious, energetic, schizophrenic and passionate -Djevara play a unique and experimental blend of post-hardcore/punk rock and progressive, alternative metal
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Track Name: Jesus vs Mohammed (Ali)
Gouged out my eyes
In a dream I had
In an effort to see
Clearer

But now I'm awake
What do I see
In this future?
What do you see
What do you see
In my picture?

I feel so hollow
I feed this machine every day (FEED THE MACHINE)
I feel so hollow
I feed this machine every day (FEED THE MACHINE)
So this is how a young man dies

Fight for phyrric victories
THAT YOU WON'T REMEMBER THE WAY THAT YOU SHOULD
And smile at men that you despise
CRYING WON'T SAVE YOU BUT LYING MAY STAY IT A WHILE
So this is how a man in a desert can drown
Always with the best of intentions...

Choose your armour well...
But don't mention it

I can't feel my arms
At the journey's end.
Track Name: Lines In The Sand
I can't let go

At least I'm feeling, at least I'm existing
At least I'm breathing, it means I'm existing

It's time to let go
Of things we cannot know
Throw off the mask of fear
Repair, re-engineer
But what do we have here?
Beneath what we held dear

(A need to) shout in the age of whisperers (For I'm no whisperer)
To believe in an age of doubters (For I'm no doubter)

"Don't you give up yet
The future is not set"
But I heard it from a liar
Trying to make me a better offer
"Your ambition is not dead
Not just yet..."

Maybe it's just sleeping (But I'm not tired)
Maybe it's just sleeping (But I'm not tired)

So slow down

Maybe its a phase we all go through
Maybe its a trace we'll just wash through
Like lines in the sand
Lines in the sand

If we're all one of a kind
It's a very different kind
One of a kind
But a very different kind

One day I woke up
To find myself stranded on the beach
Lost, trying to find the line we drew
From me, To you, and Back
That divided Us, From Them

But the weather had changed

So, heard you're feeling lonely
No, don't remind me, there's plenty of it here
Just get to the back of the line
So, heard you're feeling angry
No, don't remind me, there's plenty of it here
Just get to the back of the line
Ah
No, don't remind me, there's plenty of us here
Maybe there's just too many of us?

Hey
Hey

Is it too late?
Can we still get out?
Is it too late
Or can we get out?
"I will still respect you", she lied
"If you get out"
So it's true, we can get out
LET'S GET OUT NOW

At least I'm feeling, at least I'm existing
EVEN THE SKY IS BLUE
At least I'm breathing, it means I'm existing
SO WHY CAN'T I BE?
Track Name: Once More With Feeling (Best Supporting Actor)
I'm not
really sure
if anyone's listening
but I'll say it anyway
I'm not
finished yet
but it gets close sometimes
I'm not
washed out
but yes I'm fading
'Cos I'm not really into it
I'm not really a part of it
I'm not even the main character
in my own life

Am I really a part of it?
Am I really into it?
I'm not really a part of it
I'm not really into it

SO!
This is what they meant
"Suffer for your art"
I knew there had to be a reason

SELL!
Sell yourself
Sell your soul.
Be the best supporting actor.

I can't sort it - all these things that wash around inside my head
I can't sort it - all those things I thought about and wish I'd said

SO! ...

I'll do the best I can
I'm sure I'm not the only one

Go on, give it your best shot
Tie your laces
Track Name: View From A Glass House
London
Is burning
Might just melt a few cold hearts
London
Is burning me

Lit me up like a spark...
Razed me like it raised you...
Can't you see London is burning you

(Where there is smoke there is fire too)

Don't sit so close to me
It makes me miss
It makes me pine
For Empathy

Just a thought I had on my way home (x3)
We're all travelling alone

Don't you want to be remembered?
Don't you want to be a member?

Pressure

EAT > WORK > FUCK > SLEEP (> REPEAT).

I'm not sure I can take it
I'm not sure
I'll make it out alive

I'm too scared to face it
It won't take this boy
this man alive

this boy alive
this man alive

Pressure
But you can't hide what you are

You can't hide
Track Name: Rising Tide Of The Disconnected
I was told
"You'll die alone"
No, I don't want to die alone

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
Will all God's children fit in heaven?

This is just the close the first scene
I don't want to die alone
Just the same as the last scene
I don't want to die alone
I've torn this mirror in two
I don't want to die alone
Take half and make me whole
I don't want to die alone

These are the lies and contradictions
That make up our minds and their reflections
We speak in tongues so int-er-pret us
Give us a chance but please don't trust us

These are the lies

We're Beggars
And Liars
And Sowers
And Reepers
And Widows
And Killers
But they didn't see us

We're disconnected

We take while we can
We do what we can

So when they gave you chance why didn't you take it?
Took what you wanted but didn't replace it
These are the lies and contradictions
The Devil makes work for idle fingers

Don't shoot the messenger

I am an anchor
You are a wave

(All the seasons I'll follow, I'll follow you)

I ran out of words
But not things to say
When I dropped my dream

I count each breath
And keep the receipts
In a world of repeats

For all the memories we had
All the places we went
All the people we met

Wasted

Wasted

I can't wait
I can't wait anymore

Will all God's children fit in Heaven?