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Exhumation

by numbtongue

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Wray Bowling
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Wray Bowling This is a good album. Lots of feels, and wonk, and noise, and that's all anyone could really hope for. Favorite track: Mirabal.
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adam cullum numbtongue is super rad plus their singer's hair is like the counting crows Favorite track: Constant.
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1.
Lingerings 00:54
2.
Who am I that you would consider me? Who am I? Who am I that you would remember me? "I take whatever I can get, What coin, what play,  whatever love they might give & forget." Her white gold hair he twisted  to black lock of his and kissed it, In equipoise clenching teeth and fist, Her legs week under their words "Life is a gift, That you give to receive." Their mother father still asleep, She remembered the place they said was good for leapin’, "Ignorance was bliss, sometimes I think it still is..." Why was it the more he tried to make believe the less she can? She saw he left his beggin' can, And so she ran, In the white wool sweater she'd knit him. Oh and then she saw him, She knew she could stop him. He can't help but want to believe it, he can't help what he believes in. Then she stumbled on the serpent, Eyes of desert diamond's, And it said, "If matter matters at all  it will shatter and fall  and that will be all I am." Will i will i will i i will i will i will She could've sworn she saw a figure reaching through the falling shatterings. Who am I that you would consider me? Who am I? Will I die? Only drinkin’ of me?
3.
MosesBones 04:17
My name my name my name my name, My name my name my name is vain, And a lie that I tell myself Is a lie that I made myself... remember... Everything that I've said, like a seed that I've thrown, It don't break no ground, It don't break no ground. Now I'm tapping my wrist, for any vein, And so for the love of you, yet more, the love of me: I strike the rock I strike the rock  to rush the water prone. Why strike the rock? Why sound a soul? If only to turn into Moses bones? What truth will suffer me to shine? No truth will suffer me to shine,  but I will suffer her, What truth will suffer me to shine? No truth will suffer me to shine. I've come to be seen, and be seen seeing, I've come to receive my blessing, My heart is teething,  to be seen seeing seeing. What is within comes only without, Belief is only stillborn doubt that shouts, shouts, My name my name my name my name, My name my name my name is vain, And a lie that I tell myself, Is a lie that I made myself... Remember... What truth will suffer me to shine? No truth will suffer me to shine,  but I will suffer her, What truth will suffer me to shine? No truth will suffer me to shine, But I will suffer her, I will suffer her I will suffer her... What truth will suffer me that's mine, No truth will suffer me that's mine, mine, mine?
4.
Echolalia 00:39
5.
Mirabal 04:35
I ruin you you ruin me, I tumble down on you, Your embers' burning strength, Just at arms length; Will kingdom come till kingdom come? For all my troubles, I get nowhere. The dead still stare, I'm stuck in her stare, I'm stuck in her stare, I'm stuck in her stare... Oh Mirabál, Oh Mirabál, Oh Mirabál, Shimmer do you, Shimmer you do, Shimmer do you, Shimmer you do! What could be more intangible? intangible than touching thee? What will it be, your body?  (Why must it be?)  Or your love? (Why must it be?) Oh how impossible is your love! Oh how impossible! Oh how impossible is your love... is your love? What could be worse than wanting your love your love your love your love... Oh, how impossible is love, Oh, how impossible impossible is love, How impossible is love,  oh, how impossible impossible... Oh Mirabál, Oh Mirabál, As a spilléd urn, I waited, At the tip of my tongue, my heart hangin'. Can't hold a candle to the flame, to the flame, For the flame I became, I became. You gave me hell,  oh you gave me life, My fiery serpent held high, high! Mercy, Mercy, Mercy… I look upon your face, and know there must be a God, If to look up on your face is to know there is a God, Then I've never met my oldest friend, I've never met my oldest friend,  no I never... I never met my oldest friend.
6.
I wish you were in the water, I wish you were in the sun, I wish you were in the very ground, For then I'd know you, For then I'd know you, As if you were anyone, As if you were anyone...
7.
Constant 06:40
I wish. I wish, you were. You were... ...in the water, And in the sun, In the very ground,  For then I'd know you, For then I'd know you, As if you were anyone, Anyone, As if you were, You were anyone. Between you and I, An infinite divide,  Divisible, divisible, indivisible, Where only light can go.  I only see it 'cause I knew not where to look, Or ... was it that I had nowhere left worth lookin'? I hear it though not everyone has had their say, I hear it 'cause I wouldn't listen.  And I taste it 'cause I wouldn't eat, I dreamed it 'cause I couldn't sleep, Just a hint of it, nothin' ever smelled so sweet, The blind man blindfolded shuts his eyes, In the deepest cave, and it gets him high. Then he begins to cry, "Sometimes I wish we really could be born again, Sometimes I really wish we could be born again..."
8.
Gloryland 02:45
What do my muscles want? What do my lungs want? What do my eyes, my ears, my tongue...  What else could they want? What more could they? Where can I let my body breathe? Where can I let my body grieve? Where there's no more need to believe. Where there's nothing to achieve.  It's like I'd never breathed before.  It's like I'd never seen before.  All is louder, all was brighter,  The air heavier... The body that heaved me I shall see, I can see. Boom, boom, boom, boom, Can't keep me for the womb, Her heart a kick drum ba-boom, boom, boom. I'm ready to be born for the very first time.
9.
Your heart is buried in my head, Your heart is buried in my head, Once I heard with your ear, your ear instead, Have you heard nothing I have said? All you talk about is death, All you talk about is your death. Oh I am spoiled, oh so rotten, Don't you think that I've forgotten.  All of life spent payin’ your choices’ rent, As if I had a choice, amen. They say the sun is crying wolf, As many a bloom bloom early to die young. But it's the air the frostbitten air, It's the air the frostbitten air, Where our words lie, Where our words lie, Where our words lie... Where is the truth unlike my words complete? Where is the truth unlike my words complete? Would that war were obsolete, obsolete, obsolete... How beautiful the feet, How beautiful the feet, Of those who bring me any good news at all. How beautiful the feet. Your heart is deep in the earth, Your heart is all I'm worth, There's no such thing as second birth, Only the first, only the first kind, Feels like it's yet to come. Death gets no better, no worse, no better, no worse, Death gets no better, no worse, no better, no worse, Oh, my nature, mama nature, Oh can I not hate ya? Can I not bait ya? Oh, Papa am I becoming like you now? How? To be born for the very first time? -------------------------------------------------- Oh love you give me more than I can stand, Oh love you give me more than I planned, Oh love I'm too tired, too tired To be your man. Oh love, everybody's dressin' famous, Oh love, everybody's shameless, Oh love, would you do me the honor, And speak my name in vain? Speak, my name is vain. Your heart is buried in my head.
10.
Faux 03:35
I got low. I got low. I know, I know you know, And that you don't want to, no, You don't want to know, how low.  Must I give you my regret? Not just my regrets? Can't let go of it yet.  Not while I got use of it, Oh just let me go, Just let me go, Oh just let me go, No don't let me go Ah just let me go No don't let me go No don't let me go... Just let me go... Baby you know how I like to crow. I build an army though I am the foe. I am upon me before I even know: I am the fire in your eyes of melting snow, Oh just let me go, No don't let me go No don't let me go. Don't let me go.  Don't let me go. 
11.
And all that's left of you now, Is all that I want, And all that's left of you now, Is all that I want, You're more than a body you haunt  then a body to haunt… Like a youngin' runnin’, runnin’, His warm breath, cold cloudling, As quick as death. My lungs blossom in the burning, Their burning: "This earth is like the next." My bones'll never know no other bones, My flesh no other flesh.  Do I, a mere drop, fall to the glass to break? To break? Or to the still water? Where there's no more need to believe, Where there's nothing to achieve. Where you'll find your never on time, you'll find you're never late.  You won't find yourself doing The very thing you hate. Where there's room enough for us all  there are many, Many empty rooms... Why do I look forward to the past? For the good old days to be here at last? What more for me than this gravity? I dare not raise my eyes to see, For now that I know, Now that I know, Now that I think I know the way I know, Why for does the apple grow? Why and if it is sweet the way I know? Forbid that I might know it as it is unto itself. I owe you now nothing but my living hell. Oh god, are you my god? Oh god, are you my god and my god? Why is heavens fire the same light In which hell burns? Why is heavens fire the same light In which hell burns? Where there's room enough for us all, There are many,  there are many empty rooms, There are many empty rooms...

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There is always truth in ruin.


Self recorded over 3 years, debut album "Exhumation" is an experimental sonic pulp, defined by the lofi environs in which it was made. More questions than answers unfold amid studies in R&B/soul, psychrock, & 90's alternative w/all the urgency & joyful melancholy of previous work.

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released January 1, 2017

Written, recorded & mixed by numbtongue
Track 3 co-written with Danny Oakes
Track 7 derived from Prelude in E-minor (op.28, no. 4)
by Frédéric Chopin

Mastered by Garrett Burke & numbtongue
Cover Art Photography by Rod Lewis
Bubble Maker: Caroline Whisennant
Production Consultant/Professional Agitator: Danny Oakes
Tambourine on 'Moses Bones' performed by Danny Oakes

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numbtongue South Carolina

Alternative Pop // Experimental Rock // Grungefunk

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