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Black Swan

by Push Button Press

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1.
The blow that takes him to the ground Torn by the guilt that he has known Somewhere displaced out of time She holds his head in kind Nothing lost, nothing gained but the wounds that we obtain In the strain of certainty lost We stumble on The marks of outliers and fools Twisted and stranger then we knew The pressure grows the air is still When gallows wait for you Then drag ourselves through the fire Dancing until the end of time Clenched in fear of what will come For in the end we are alone A crying voice, tears, awakened eyes Beneath her shadow sorrow finds A future split, carved and wild From the dregs that are left behind
2.
Trace 03:37
Messages written to myself For a future time Functional and trembling In fear of what I find Trace symptoms of reality Trace another way Trace the age still yet to come Defiant to change No trace remains Undeterred by emotions call Taking chance inside Only to fall away again No matter how I try Trace upon our naked skin Trace the thoughts uncaged Trace a time under the watchful eye Of savagery decay No trace remains The end and an open hand The silent treatment begets the sane I watched the moments trace all I am Trace the ashes shared in kind Trace the bridge ablaze Trace memories we held Of one last sad mistake
3.
Vril 04:39
Never lose the way in subterfuge engaged Spirit has relayed all the meaning I can take As breath leaves this form in silence I am shown Vision calling me Take it all away what good in it remains As tired as I have grown behind broken doors The intensity portrayed just manifests again Vision calling me Tragedy awaits in strange and subtle ways How harmless can it be? Words sting and wound hapless in moments How heartless can it be? I have lived today but it’s not the same And hiding it away never resolves anything The intensity portrayed just manifests again Vision calling me You will never awake what pretends to be sleep How heartless can it be? Thrown into a world of sick and open sores How harmless can it be? How heartless can it be?
4.
Dim 03:44
It falls on us to realize The mask we bear it clouds the sky The poison we pretend to fear Just hollow words to futures end Obfuscate the firmament When movements tied in permanence No judgments left to radiate Or abandon this impending fate What difference can it make It all grows dimmer every day Skeptics laugh stoics lament The banter rise while we descend Into our sheltered hidden scene Of denials we have locked away A dust will settle when we hold our breath Darkness negated will choke us to death Overcast insulates us A paradox of graves Compelled to move directionless Where apathy remains
5.
Broken Faces 04:25
Hysterical dancing gait freezing seized and shook Buried by the bomb, entrenched and cannot move Battling with the wind a twitch repeats again I remember broken faces taking everything from them Conversion symptoms not malingering this time Strapped to a gurney, shell shocked and blind I remember broken faces, deep in eyes that death has ravaged Mask expressionless reflected I remember broken faces
6.
Black Swan 03:39
The shattered moment that surrounds us The promises never left behind Like the sacrificial altar that we cry on then die on But it can’t go on like this for long For every truth there is a black swan For every answer there is a black swan Fades and turns away into eternal shame But it can’t go on like this for long Strangling decency With an feeling that burns like the sun Under the spotlight, and status obsessed But, it can’t go on like this for long For every truth there is a black swan For every answer there is a black swan The uncertainty of fate becomes the final plague But it can’t go on like this for long
7.
Spectacle 04:04
Moving rapidly before my face the images Eyes twitch back and forth Thoughts are drain to emptiness Like the scenes of dreams undone The nostalgia of another’s time The negation of another mind If by chance the glass should break And take away our uncut veins The glowing screens remain it seems Reflected in every face It’s happened to the polity It’s happened in back rooms Treacherous, reptilian the ones that Swindled you Held hostage in spectacle Now there’s no going back
8.
It seemed so certain at the time The masks had given life To the banishment that I have found It’s driven further underground Then changed beneath a breath And torn from innocents This solemn place where I observed The disintegration of this world And in this prison I’m absolved Of passions yearning fall And the sentiments that now are gone They never fill an emptiness at all Then changed beneath a breath And torn from innocence This broken man that’s now become All of his foolish words It ends as it began Within a silent damaged way Banished into exile Within these walls again Hide your scars within walls And then you’ll find That you are safe inside No one can penetrate No where to hide this time Escape has gone away There’s no way out again Yet the scars remain
9.
Cold as the ground that lie above me Abyss is found without memory Deep time ravages still and quiet Cold as the ground that lie above me And there I will stay Cold as the ground that lie above me Pendulums worn into silence Moments moving like rivers frozen Cold as the ground that lie above me And there I will stay Cold as the ground that lie above me Emptiness torn within nothing The real vanishes black and certain Cold as the ground that lie above me And there I will stay

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Push Button Press sophomore release on Cold Transmission records entitled “Black Swan” is a tour de force of post-punk energy. Recorded in world-class studios with a multiple Grammy nominated engineer, “Black Swan” is a sonic pleasure. Stylistically it draws from the early days of guitar driven post-punk from bands like Joy Division, Bauhaus, Christian Death, and The Buzzcocks. They accomplish this while creating engrossing and polished songs you will listen too more than once.

“New Times” said Push Button Press “…is holding up the flag high for all the Goth kids out there that refuse to let go of their angst and skepticism and don their black platform shit-kickers with pride…descending onto this world like a dark cloud of truth here to wash away our contentment. They are a rebuke of the sunny pop records that young suburban artists cultivate; they are the knives in the darkness that cuts away the bullshit and exposes the depths of our feelings.”

If you are a fan of post-punk, there will be a song on “Black Swan” that you will love.

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released January 8, 2021

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Push Button Press Tampa, Florida

Tampa Bay Times.com: “...a catchy, moody blend of '80s synth-goth, a la She Wants Revenge. Listening to them, you'll swear you were back in high school, listening to The Cure, Cocteau Twins and Echo and the Bunnymen."

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