No Vengeance
by Sama Dams
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Navy Boy
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Pretty Ghosts
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Figures
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Golden Only Not
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Capitals Will Fall
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Rest for the Workhorse
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about
"Sama Dams is a band who, despite your go-to thought, is not named after the former mayor of this city. A different guy named Sam Adams is the central singer and guitarist of the band, which started as a solo project and has evolved into a multi-faceted, highly textured, and intricate sound, reminiscent of Radiohead and Dirty Projectors. The addition of Lisa Adams (keys, vocals) and Chris Hermsen (drums), combined with Sam's cathartic vocals—which range from slight whispers to skewed, surprising tonal yelps—never cease to bring the audience to a moment of awe and appreciation of their experimental, ghostly compositions."
Rachel Milbauer, in the Portland Mercury
Rachel Milbauer, in the Portland Mercury
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released 26 March 2013
written and arranged by Sama Dams
produced by Sebastian Rogers for PV:PDX
mixed by Tony Lash
engineered by Ian Watts, assisted by Blake Jefferson
recorded on February 10th & 11th, 2013
at the Magic Closet in Portland, OR
inside photos by Todd Walberg
visit www.sama-dams.com
written and arranged by Sama Dams
produced by Sebastian Rogers for PV:PDX
mixed by Tony Lash
engineered by Ian Watts, assisted by Blake Jefferson
recorded on February 10th & 11th, 2013
at the Magic Closet in Portland, OR
inside photos by Todd Walberg
visit www.sama-dams.com
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Mar 2013 -
Aug 2011
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- Track Name: Bonneville Power Administration
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I don't want
Out
The morning comes
I don't want
Out
A month away
To be a better man
I don't want
To live without
A month away
To be a better man
I don't want
To be - Track Name: Coyote Dreams in the City
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Howl,
Part of me is begging you to guess
The moment cuts the dead leaves
Swollen dirt under kept grass
How bout the park trails?
Distill the fog round fluorescent glow
The corners turn to shapeless
And strike hard just like an arrow
Headlights flit past, creases sag
Weighted in at the lids
I know you're awake
Cause I'm still awake
I wore this for you
Crawled to grace when I'd always run
The earth spins out beneath my feet
Drags me back to where I come from
What makes the lines shake?
Pull back to dark - lattice, motion, to light the street
The heat crowds packed in skyline
And the city's out to get me
Labyrinths melt, purging the self
Shadows rush, heavy tare of the bike
You chased it away,
I go hungry tonight
I'm given life, mine only to upend
No vengeance, kind, serves only to amend
Valence shells hum,
Cracked by forced of the hand, the skin of the paw
You're still the love bug,
Brings me down to my knees and burns the skin raw
Get a load of this you sucker
You think you feel the call?
I know I'm alive,
Cause I feel it all
I am no dog
Don't build me up to starve me down again
I see you waste your life down to the end
You grind down your canines at night
Spit dust to soften the bite
Full up on suburban spite for yourself
Lock tight your eyes
Pictures bear the mind snapped at the neck
Ground is soft where I lay my head
I sleep with trash under your deck - Track Name: Navy Boy
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That isn't me,
I'd have bought the wrinkles around my eyes
Paid the way,
Drew the finest line that belies apology
Look down, navy boy
Walk the cheap tile laid on the floor
Did I leave my boots in the old Victorian?
I did my best
To relive all my best thoughts with you at home
In the way
Though I'm never content on the phone, despite the mess
I won't turn away
I see too much of him in myself
To perish the name
Beat back standing waves - Track Name: Pretty Ghosts
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Coming down a smile upon
Stuck up right - feed your stupid mouth
The dead in mind to bend at burial
Boarded up like a home that's waiting for a storm to break
Hurricane in blowing
Better instincts got us in their way
Our pavane will take us to the day
Pretty ghosts of animals
I could die, but I want to talk
You're coming down swinging a cache of scripts
Colored right in the dark
Her body's downy soft, her hands are cold
Cold and shaking
Suddenly I don't know who it's for
No one ever held open the door
And day is done - Track Name: Figures
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I want to take you into my heart
The fallen all have a reasons to die away
Until we find a way
And so figures would rip my poor soul apart
As I watch the turning of seasons:
Fall brings the tyranny, the burning hope
Spring sees my bitter heart attempt to cope
For once in my life,
Could I see some kind of conclusion
For once in my life could I start again?
I've gorged myself on the priceless hours
On precious time to consider
Some bodies never break and never burn
My body's broken but it's quick to learn
I want to take you into my heart
The fallen all have a reasons to die away
Until we find a way
For once in my life,
Could I see some kind of conclusion
For once in my life could I start again?
It's here in my mind
Surrounded by bars of yesterday's prisons
So take hold my hand - Track Name: Golden Only Not
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Don't tell me its an argument
Its something about the dust on your breath
The corner of the room with cluttered words unswept
And hid under the mat
No go says eyes dead on the floor
From nowhere, like its been braced for a smack
I never left the whites around your words until
I saw you look back
I can't follow that
I was stopped there in the garden dirt
It sunk in under the crab apple tree
The banners of the fall dropped round between
A state of ease and me
Cold borders raked my open hands
I bought in - calloused by half and hour wait
I am the man who would damn himself forever
If one finger breaks
I've made my mistakes, half-assed consummate
Golden only not
A peak inside your pretty little head
Did we connect?
Did we connect?
Love of the Father!
My baby's growing up and giving away
Don't say its a word
Rips you upward
Into its open maw
It gets what it wanted all along
No part of the flesh left on the bone
No marrow no sinew no song
Just a hand on the back a kiss on the mouth
Your helpless goodbyes are scaring them off
I'm counting the nights, I'm counting aloud
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 enough - Track Name: Capitals Will Fall
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Any chance of giving up?
Your hard luck is in
Let them hold your hand in the paper
To cross up your hearts - and hope to win
I'm dry
I'm drying up the rain
But the watershed won't bow to my praying hands
And God lives in these sands
Gone are the days
The capitals are falling
They held on for so long
But nobody ever caught on
I can't guarantee my protection
I'm up all night with coffee and tea without you
Your out there making connection
And from the heights the piper is slayed
The firebrand waved
I write
I write to ease your pain
But the sweat will stain the cracks in my withered hands
Until I understand at all
Where have they gone
And what it all for nothing?
The lock's shot from your door
They got you pinned to the floor
Gone are the days
But all is not forgotten
We held on for so long
But nobody ever caught on
The fires burn on the lawn
The capitals will fall
The capitals will fall
The capitals will fall
Open the door and let yourself in
She smiles despite the mess we're all in
We all know better now
Hear it all stop and start up again
Wash yourself down in the eyes of a friend
We all know better now
(Come back to me)
We all know better now
(Come back to me)
Where will you go?
Dragging through what you hate most
Blind bastard son covenant
You crawl over gravel roads
There's no more ways to run
You should know when you're wrong
You've been alone far too long - Track Name: Rest for the Workhorse
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Workhorse
I'm being honest
It pains me to wait
I see you wrestle it down
To collect what's left of your wage
Barely an artist
There's no time to breathe
Just coming and going, never ends to the means
You said you wanted to understand
Upon the light eternal
Come pealing out the words
Round the bit you carry home to me
And I know you wanted better, but
Now beneath the silence
My sound is stricken dumb
I see the moment metastasize
And become and hour
And on from there it went
Burning a hole somewhere deep inside my diaphragm
My lungs could burst open
I still cling to your reasons
Pull up the rocks from your fields
And clear out the path to lead you back home every night
Where pardoned eyes and arms wait to hold you
Hold you until your will is broken
I'm broken for your love
(Or am I stranger still inside?)
The sweat is so thick that I can taste it
The truth is I'm in love
With a warrior returned
I couldn't have done better
You're haunted by my stupid smile
I will work inside your dreams for life
Alright, just give me a minute
A little word for you:
Don't let me stand out in the dark
Don't leave me standing in the dark
