Well Then, I Guess It's Time To Move On

by False Plaintiff

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Michael F. Great emo-screamo whatever, ala DEFEATER or TOUCHE AMORE from Singapore. A bit less chaotic than their counterparts; more shoegaze with guitar washes, but this is well on par with stateside darlings people are tripping over these days. Melodic and emotional as hell....These guys deserve way more exposure. Looking forward to more...
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7-track sophomore release
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FALSE PLAINTIFF IS:
Brandon Tanoto - Vocals
Bryner Tan - Guitars
Nicholas Phang - Guitars
Jonathan Vincent - Bass
Sydney Long - Drums

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released June 8, 2013

recorded, mixed and mastered by Ar Boy of TNT Music Productions
all lyrics and artwork by Brandon Tanoto

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Track Name: Absent
Skipping stones across our home
A heart of gold is now made of stone

But I’ll try to work this out while you take your best-known detour

Too many instances I find myself tasting concrete with my knees

I reach out for a hand that’s not there
I reach out to a father that doesn’t care

Well I’m not saying that I comprehend what this ordeal means to you but I’m just hoping that you’ll come to know that letting go won’t pull you through, or rid this troubled household of your gloom. But don’t mistaken me, this is not a state of pointing fingers now – instead I’ll pray that it dawns on you the price of what we’ve been trying so hard to keep alive

Skipping stones across our home
A parent’s love is now set in stone

But I’ll try to keep you close even though I know that I’ll be alone

Too many instances I fail to fix my eyes on the miles ahead

I reach out for a hand that’s not there
I reach out to a father that doesn’t care

If a child’s love could build a stairway and this hopeful longing could pave a lane, I would walk the path to heaven just to bring you back again

Stay

I’d give my life away if I could have you by our sides
I’d give my life away if that could mean you’d stay

And every day will end the same, because it’s me that’s afraid of change
Track Name: The Journalist
We’re all too tired to feel like we are moving forward
For each step that is made means we’re growing older
Not wiser, just colder
In a mind where a glass is never half full

Who can I fault for thinking like this?
I’d raise my finger but yours points back at me
So I’m rooted at the same old place
Trying to teach myself to listen and how to agree

Never ever have I gave my all for anyone before
Never ever have I thought I’d walk away for something more
Never ever have I felt that I would come to let this go
Never ever have I thought I’d find myself in this state of heartbreak and misery, and the only thing I’d think of is running away -- resigning to the fact that nothing stays the same

Well then, I guess it’s time to move on
You’ll be the voice that tells me that my judgment was wrong
But I’d turn a deaf ear to your words of caution
Because no one gives up on the ones they love

And I’ve learned to say that it’s okay
Just to reassure the rest that I’ll live for another day

I long to know how it feels to be happy
And to have someone that means the world to me

But things change, so don’t you ever tell yourself that you’re trying too hard

Cause winter comes and it never goes
The warmth of the summer sun I will never know
Not everything has to be perfect
Maybe I don’t ever want to be perfect

Cause it’s these words that know me best,
and described you more than any painting ever could

But these words, I don’t know them yet
So I’ll let the pages tell my story if they would
Track Name: Quietly Now
Could you ever imagine how the days inched by while you’re lying beneath my feet?

I wrapped my hands around the postcards that you sent and all your little gifts

Well I’ve never believed in dreams but it’s the only place that you’re still here with me

To have you in my reach and to feel you again is my only last wish

And I still cry your name, over and over and over and over. “My darling, your life was sweet,” I’d tell to myself, time and again and again.

But no, I’m still that fool – I’m grasping tight, holding to all that is left.
I wish that you could hear me speak – so I’ll keep holding on, holding till there’s nothing left.

I can’t sleep because the pain has sunk into my skin
It’s come to show that maybe nothing is my everything
I can’t sleep because you linger and still haunt my dreams
It’s come to show that maybe nothing is my everything

Every move I’ve ever took some to ponder and to make, is now a sandbag which will hamper paths that I may choose to take. But if I never tried, well someday it might all just be too late. Remorse is something that I will never feel upon my deathbed (Remorse is something I won’t feel)

I said I’m sorry but then again, what are these words worth?
I clasp my hands in prayer, knowing that I will never be heard

Take me to the brink and watch me fall
Take me to the brink and let me reassess

Take me to the brink and watch me fall
Take me to the brink and let me reassess this
Track Name: Misadventures
Spare a moment and see how far we’ve come
Movie dates, dinner treats and cigarettes in the park

I can see clearer now and my intention stays unchanged

Then take me back to the spot I fell, walk away and disregard my cries for help

I guess that’s an easier way to inch away from the promises we’ve made

No I’ll never get to sleep, and I’ll never get to pull through

Maybe I’m a thoughtless hypocrite
that can’t tell right from wrong
But I only have myself to blame
guess it’s true -- people really do change

But thank god you don’t ever have to walk in my shoes
The roads I have to walk aren’t the ones I get to choose

So don’t you let me get too far from you
let me get too far from you
This is what I think I’ll fear the most
and you will miss me when I’m gone

Baby won’t you save those words for me?
Don't you take them back

Maybe I’m a thoughtless hypocrite
that can’t tell right from wrong
But I only have myself to blame
guess it’s true -- people really do change

But thank god you don’t ever have to walk in my shoes
The roads I've walked aren’t the ones I get to choose
That’s what love really does to you
Track Name: Cliffhanger
This is a story of a cliffhanger, clinging on for his dearest life. He could feel his fingernails slowly tearing away from his skin as he hung miles above the surface of the reaper’s reach.

And then he remembered how he carved their names in the sand, and how this world has once again loosened its grip on his hands. Well it scares him how vividly he could recall, that day he was replaced with grief, despair and nothing more. His legs buckled under the hefty weight of the truth, as the sinking sensation permeates his consciousness like a sedative.

At the funeral, they said his father had been a brave man and was too young to die, and the child he had been asked, “Why hadn’t he told me goodbye?” All he left was a mourning crowd in the dark shroud, a rusted pocket watch and a sleek fountain pen he would bring around. And he questions, “How many lives have not been saved?” Where does he put his faith in when God seems so far away?

Fifteen years have gone but the wounds still hurt the same, “I’ve got to be truthfully honest but the days have not gotten better ever since.” We think about these fleeting years, instantly gone for good. I never blamed you and I never would - but I’d go back in time, if only I could.

Love will be forever, it’s a promise that will last. So smile, live, love and move on, now that my time with you has passed. “Grieve not for me, you are the backbone of this family tree”, that resonating whisper he found so familiar would finally set him free.

If a child’s love could build a stairway and this hurtful longing could pave a lane, I’d walk the path to heaven just to bring you back again.

There’s nothing left to say except I miss you everyday.