1. |
Ancient Shell
02:37
|
|||
I am older than I can even begin to remember.
My shell is cracked, and amongst the cracks the dust and the slime clings.
It clings to me and it is me. A putrid shell of a creature.
Sometimes I think it will consume me one day, and I will begin to feed upon myself until finally I can die in this Tomb. But that day may never come.
This ancient shell feels heavier as the years drag on and how I wish I could be young and free.
But it is just me.
Alone, broken and imprisoned in this fetid tomb.
|
||||
2. |
Slime Prison
04:03
|
|||
I feel like the walls are closing in on me.
They stand there. Dark, bleak and covered in slime.
The smell is wretched and unimaginable.
I am imprisoned in my own filth and oh what I would do for some fresh clean air.
Even just for a short moment.
Even, if it was my last.
Even, if I had to live hear for a hundred more years.
But alas, this prison is mine and mine alone.
And these walls are my only friends.
|
||||
3. |
Mucus Walls
01:37
|
|||
I like to draw pictures sometimes.
Pictures of all my new friends. I talk to them all day and they are my family.
Talking to them is the only thing keeping me sane down here. Sometimes they talk back and I feel great but most of the time, they say nothing.
And then it angers me. And I lash out at them.
My only friends gone forever.
But, I can always make more.
Oh how I wash for a real friend.
|
||||
4. |
Nocturnal Slime
02:15
|
|||
It's so dark down here.
My eyes adjusted to the light a long, long time ago but I can still barely see.
Sometimes I wonder if I went blind years ago and everything is just a figment of my imagination.
Sometimes I wonder if I could ever see at all.
But no, the most boring dream I've could ever have dreamt of would be a masterpiece compared to this dark, slimy hell.
Other times when I'm feeling most anxious I worry that the entire world has been plunged into darkness and the sun's rays shine no more.
I would live for decades more just to take a glimpse of the sun.
To feel it's warmth.
But I am trapped.
And my eternity is dark.
|
||||
5. |
Endless Trail
03:56
|
|||
One day I had an idea.
Probably the first idea I've had in countless years.
My slime follows me everywhere.
It is my shadow.
And it is my soul.
But how could I forget it tells me where to go?
How can I be lost if I always know where I came?
And if I follow the endless trail on and on and on and on and on and on and on where will it take me?
Did I not once live amongst the grass and the creatures of light?
Then why can't I go back?
This was my idea.
I would follow the trail.
It might take me centuries but it will lead me back!
And when I reach the end perhaps I can be free!
I have a purpose now. And if it takes me to my last breath and my thoughts fade out I will know that I tried.
I'll know I died trying to be free.
|
Tomb Snail Glasgow, UK
Tomb Snail is the musical offering of Lord Slime.
Lo-Fi and noisy Dungeon Synth from the depths of the ancient tomb.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Tomb Snail, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp