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What is Avout's Style?
Post-Rock, Experimental, Progressive Rock, New Wave, Neo-psychedelia
What bands do people say you sound like?
This has been an interesting mix. From Broken Social Scene, Mogwai, Verve, to Interpol, Explosions in the Sky, and Tragically Hip.
Burn: Nebula
There are no words for this song
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Floating Point
Lyrics by Chris Stockdale
It’s either black and white
It’s only day or night
You’re wrong, I’m right
It’s only Ones or noughts
It’s only cold or hot,
You will, I’ll not
There’s a floating point between you and me
a floating point between the land and the sea
floating point between 2 and 3
There’s only left or right
weakness or might
It’s only dark, or it’s light
It’s only Concrete or trees
You’re in The wind, or the lee
You’re Enslaved or you’re free
There’s a floating point between you and me
a floating point between the land and sea
floating point between 2 and 3
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Sirens
Lyrics by Chris Stockdale
Waves lapping on the shoreline
Cold mountain across the way
You’ve got to take a boat to get there
You’ve got to take a boat to get there
First you’ve got to row a small boat
Take it out around the bay
And you’ve got to get your feet wet
When there’s so much, yeah there’s so much,
so much that you want to say
You’ve got to take a boat to get there
you can’t go anywhere on your own
Not anymore, At least your not supposed to
You wouldn’t be a good citizen
You’ve got to take a vote to get there
They won’t let you get your feet wet
You’ve got to break the ice alone
And if you ever find tomorrow, don’t come back
Go on, go on, go on you go
You’ve got to take a boat to get there
You’ve got to take a boat to get there
Waves lapping on the shoreline
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Krasnov
Lyrics by Chris Stockdale
If they get rich enough
No, no, don’t start with that man—listen to me. I’m serious. This thing, this whole trickle‑down crap, it’s a straight‑up cult. “Don’t touch the money, don’t mess with the rich, they know what they’re doing.”
Trickle down. who comes up with this shit anyway? It’s got a nice ring to it though, right? Sounds like a nice warm gentle rain. Like we’re standing out there with our cups—and miraculously they’re all full and we all rejoice. Get the fuck outta here.
If they get rich enough
It’s a scam. It's like they build this giant dam and they tell us, “hey, Chill.. Calm down. hang on a bit. Wait, When this reservoir fills up, everybody wins. ” Everybody. I love that word. Everybody just means *those motherfuckers*.
But it never fills up, but meanwhile —they’re swimming up there, right? They say "A rising tide floats more boats"... well fuck they've got boats alright ... yachts in fact, and private docks, and heli-ports. They’re sitting there drinking cocktails at A fucking lake. And we’re down here, staring at this fucking muddy little stream that won't even float a goddamn canoe
"If they get rich enough
maybe some will trickle down
trickle down over us,
trickle down and soak the ground
Yeah if they get rich enough
Maybe some trickles down
Down to the ground"
And every fucking time we think, “Okay, now they're finally going to open the floodgates, They finally have enough to share ” Nope. They don’t open shit. They just make the dam higher and the lake gets deeper and their goddamn yachts get bigger. And they look at *us* like we’re fucking crazy for asking where all the goddamn water went
Like we’re just supposed to wait around, obediently like puppies sitting on the rug, grateful for their generosity and brilliance, hoping today’s the day the faucet magically turns on and they throw us a bone to chew.
Fuck that. We’re not waiting for the trickle down.
"If they get rich enough
maybe some will trickle down
trickle down over us,
trickle down and soak the ground"
if they get rich enough
Maybe it’ll trickle down
Trickle Down to the ground
It’s a golden shower"
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Real World
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Souldriver
There are no words for this song
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Starchild
Lyrics by Chris Stockdale
Lift me up high above the sky
See the stars in our eyes
A ray of light waiting its turn for illumination
It comes from us but isn’t ours
Starchild high above the earth in the night sky
Run wild, you can’t be tamed for all time
Starchild High above the earth in the night sky
You are created from our eternal love
You are made from the light, and the water, earth, stars and moon
And the Constellations swing in concentric circles of you
Be my pilot be my guide
Starchild high above the earth in the night sky
Run wild, you can’t be tamed for all time
Starchild High above the earth in the night sky
Solo
Starchild high above the earth in the night sky
Run wild, you can’t be tamed for all time
Starchild High above the earth in the night sky
Run wild, you can’t be tamed for all time
Starchild high above the earth in the night sky
Run wild you can’t be tamed for all time
Starchild you can’t be tamed for all time
Run wild you can’t be tamed
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Storm Clouds
There are no words for this song
Using samples from Mandela’s release speech
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
Speck of Dust
I am but a traveler
Through Infinite space and time
A drop of water in the seas and the oceans
I am but a speck of dust
The twinkle of light
in some outer Distant galaxy
Disappearing into the void of space of time
Our world is a speck of dust
How can I stop all this madness ,
how can I keep you free
How can I stop all this machinery that’s breaking you and me
I am just one man, too small to see
I am but a speck of dust
Dust can clog all their filters
And dust can choke the air they breathe
Dust can block all of the light out
We’re specks of dust, we’re what a storm could be
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust (we’re what a storm could be)
We are all specks of dust
Music written by Avout
Chris Stockdale - guitars, pedal wonk
Salem Stockdale- guitars
Trevor Tessier - bass
Quinn Stockdale - drums
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