Largo Forte


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released September 15, 2016

Collin Young - Guitar, Vocals
NJ Borreta - Vocals, Guitar
Jon Galletly - Drums
Justin Hunt - Bass

Saxophone on Darkerness courtesy of:
Andrew Couto
Additional gear courtesy of:
Matt Brown
Jon Cabatan
Keegan Porter
Devon Gardner

recorded and mixed by Collin Young
recording assistant Jon Cabatan
mastered by Noah Mintz at Lacquer Channel Mastering
produced by HAMMERHANDS
recorded at B-town Sound Studio
artwork and layout by Justin Hunt



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Track Name: Eighteen
The devil walked in,
sat down by my side.
His crooked grin,
caught my eye.
The devil walked in,
poured himself some gin.
turbulent stare and steady hand.
He looked at me, he turned around,
silenced the place without making a sound.
The devil walked in,
with three die he rolled eighteen,
and every skeptic got down on their knees.
The devil walked in,
the walls began to sweat,
anticipating what's next.
He looked to me,
he turned around,
silenced the place without making a sound.
and then he walked away.
You are a brave man,
some father's son.
Hammer your hard head,
against the ground.
You're going to flex your muscles,
and bare your teeth.
Break everything around you,
you know I'll hold my god damn stance.
My fist.
Break your face.
Break your arms.
Break your legs.
Now is the time,
it's the place where it ends.
I'll send you and your bones.
This is where my fist meets your face.
I'll push and I'll grind.
You will end.
Track Name: High Plains
I took a ride on the train,
until the end of the line.
And if you see me again,
I might be half my size.
It's too late to abstain,
or get me off of this ride.
It gets inside of your brain,
then it takes it's time.
I'm going all the way down.
Get wet, get wow.
I spent the night in the rain,
I spent the rent on my pride.
I'm going out in flames,
just to reach the sky.
Track Name: Largo Forte
As I stare into the sun,
with hopes that this will turn.
Watch over me,
as I drift into the blaze.
See how it goes,
a choice made from regret.
A sign that this is the end,
from the sun that never sets.
How long will this last,
before it dies.
How long before I forget.
I am scorched, burned, and scarred.
Time it brands us,
and leaves its mark.
Track Name: If You're Not Part of the Party, You're Part of the Problem
We've got a problem,
you have a story why you can't.
Why you won't try to let yourself go.
Take a chance.
You'll understand you have a problem.
You'll lie just to get on out,
but you don't know.
We don't give a damn.
Don't deny yourself.
You're too proud, but weak.
don't keep yourself.
Feel the burn.
Track Name: Where We Go
Two tickets for the latest craze.
True pleasure is the one that remains.
Got addicted just to fortify,
the sense of reason that is in your mind.
Hold tight or you're going to go blind.
Fallen victim to the hit parade,
true beauty is the one that fades.
You'll tell them all there's only north and south,
you'll pull the trigger when it's in your mouth.
Don't cry, cause you've known the whole damn time.
Your time has come and gone.
Move along.
Track Name: Darkerness
We'll gut them,
and bleed them dry.
They'll scream for hope,
but die inside.
Now that they plunge,
there is no right.
This place,
no light.
Their eyes will burn in tar.
The coals and embers,
smell your meat on the spit.
It's a feast,
you'll eat a banquet you'll regret.
Track Name: The Hardest Thing
You know I'm not afraid,
of what the world is coming to.
You know my bed is made,
and there's not much more to lose.
So drink your lemonade,
and shuffle in your shoes.
Cause the hardest thing to change,
is the truth.
You've known which war to fight,
and which allies you should choose.
You know it serves them right,
and you offer no excuse.
So when the papers came,
to read the bloody news.
The hardest thing to change,
was the truth.
You know the time will come,
when your jet's run out of fuel.
You've known this all along,
but it never quite sunk through.
But when your last parade,
feels like a salty wound.
The hardest thing to change,
will be the truth.