This Book is My Cowardice

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"Young dudes taking chances, coming up aces...nailed it." -Jason Pettigrew, Editor in Chief of ALTERNATIVE PRESS

"...a well thought out masterpiece. “This Book Is My Cowardice” truly has something for everyone, from symphonic elements to dirty punk to progressive." (Rating 5/5) -EAST ORLANDO POST

"...sending the listener into a spell of sinister and calculated chaos. Overtly emotional and attractively strange...sends a euphoric tingle down your spine, aching you to come back for more." -UNDER THE GUN REVIEW

"Full of gems...tearing up the South Florida music scene one show at time, showing off their mix of melodic tones and abrasive textures." -INDIE SHUFFLE

"When it comes to his music, musician Julian Cires has some serious gravitas. Some would call it gusto or, even more bluntly, "big balls." -Alex Rendon, NEW TIMES

"It had me intently listening to what was around the next corner song after song. That's Lavola's biggest strength. The ability to draw people in and keep them guessing where the path will take them." -BENEATH THE GRID

"Sometimes reading the lyrics is like reading a diary of a serial killer. But when you hear the controlled chaos of strange noises they create it becomes something very beautiful." -AXES LEFTOVERS

"This Book is gritty, raw yet polished and accessible. It’s tough finding a balance when experimenting with new sounds, but Lavola achieved this balance and is showing others how it’s done." (Rating 5/5) -WORDKRAPHT

"The addition of the violin provides Lavola the room to explore, a range of new sounds and effects, giving them a distinct sound and style. The music soaks the room in mist, whilst a despairing lyric sears through the music like a burning lighter to flesh." -EMERGING INDIE BANDS

"The expansive arrangements take beautifully written melodies and put them against a lofty background...Cires and Dwyer’s voices come together in chilling harmonies that take the music to an even deeper place. -TROPICULT

"...Hardcore punk attack...The raw, garage band feel mixes the energy of Green Day with the playfulness of the Dead Milkmen that gives off a youthful feel to their sound." -JP MUSIC BLOG

"Powerful and innovative...Sometimes quietly, sometimes quick, sometines hard, sometimes gentle… but always rock, truly symphonic indie rock." -ROCKALTERNO MUSIC BLOG

"...a truly progressive work out that keeps growing on you. Just like epic music is supposed to." -YOUR MUSIC BLOG

"Heavy, abrasive and uncompromising, Lavola proves that if a band has the balls to dare, greatness can be attained." -RUSSIAN WINTER RECORDS

"Full of raunchy riffs, violin cameos and welcome screams. Lavola has perfected their brand of rock and the rest of Florida and beyond is paying attention." -THE ATLANTIC CURRENT

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released March 4, 2014

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LAVOLA Orlando, Florida

Founded by Julian Cires, Lavola is a musical concept, rather than just a band. Their work is masterfully crafted with sonic artistry and precision; the lyrical content speaks volumes to the masochists in us all. In much the same manner, their live shows transcend the typical show atmosphere by combining ironic polarities: subtle with abrasive, melodic with dissonant, passive with furious. ... more

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Track Name: Show Your Face
I threw myself into fire, screaming this skin is my cowardice,
Peel it off; let the insides burn

They pulled my script out from the ashes singing this book is my cowardice.
Brought it back, I defied death

The bleeding is ceding the need now for you
Oh metaphor, you dying whore

Have the guts to swim in disgrace
Shoot confetti and bask in the shame
They’re just laughing and dancing in place
To keep pace, show your face

Have the guts to swim in your disgrace
And the dark that you choose not to brave
There’s a place where the broken escape
Show your face, now

I don’t think I can tell living from dead
I don’t think I can ever come back home again

Have the guts to swim in disgrace,
And the darkness you choose not to brave,
There’s a place where the broken escape
Show your face...

Have the guts to swim in disgrace,
They’re just laughing and dancing in place,
Mangled feet tap dance on our graves
Show your face now

I don’t think I can (see how much I’ve bled)
I don’t think I can (face my cowardice)
I don’t think I can (tell living from dead)
I don’t think I can (come back home again)

Show Your Face, Motherfucker!
Track Name: Dry Socket
1.
I’ve got black smoke screens, babe
In the back of my limousine
In the back of an alley way, choking on the disease.
I don’t know if anything’s really true,
I am dry socket, I am singing

La, La, La, La, La

2.
How do you sleep at night?
With the covers drawn,
Tuck your children in, how do you sleep at night?
With those bloody sheets,
How do you sleep at, how do you sleep at night?
When there’s nothing left,
How do you sleep at night, How do you sleep at night?

No, I never let go,
Of your grip around my throat.
Track Name: An Orchestral Balancing Act
Home
Track Name: Healing Eye
I don’t know where it’s bleeding
Out of view, where it’s dressed in red, where it’s dressed in red

On the floor, I am lying
The Devils spit trickles down my spine
It feels divine.

Healing Eye, heal me
Spread these ashes, they’re no longer mine.
Healing eye, mend me
This tattered spirit is just a figment, a void to pacify

Healing Eye, heal me
Spread these ashes, they’re no longer mine.
Mending Eye, fix me
This tattered spirit is just a figment, a void to pacify


Defilement, pin me down to the ground, isn’t that where you want me?
Just like before,
Just like the other times I looked inside and found your ghosts

Dancing to a carnal rhythm
Cardboard cutout’s warped and faded hue
Love, I know you tried to save me.
Track Name: Pearl & Rust
I saw you die again in my sleep,
It was the same mistake, as it seems,
Construct the boundaries in my head,
I saw you die again, like the rest.

Oh lee, Oh lay,
You sneezed a Pearl,
I wrote a song,
In memory of…

I saw you die again in my sleep,
It was the same mistake, as it seems,
Construct the boundaries in my head,
I saw you die again, like the rest.

Oh lee, Oh lay,
You sneezed a Pearl,
I wrote a song,
In memory of…

Oh lee, Oh lay,
Tear off my skin,
I’m learning how to love again

I saw you die again in my sleep,
It was the same mistake, as it seems,
Construct the boundaries in my head,
I saw you die again, like the rest.

I’ve lost my faith in everything/I’ve found displaced divinity (within a burlap sack)

Oh lee, Oh lay, you sneeze a pearl.
I write a song in memory of.
Oh lee, Oh lay, tear off my flesh,
I’m learning how to live again.
Lost in a sea of slighted prayers.
To dance on flames, if you dare,
Perform the orchestral balance act.
I set you free.

I take you Home.
Track Name: Watch Your Step
As you wept, the ghosts hollowed me out
Made a home where the bones used to lay
Can’t you see your speaking to my wounds?
Where my face used to be, I don’t know.

Perfect fifths steeped in novocaine
Our lips swallow the pills for this pain
In the zeal of feigned pulses aglow
With our hologrammed placeboes

Sleep to drown in an orchestral sea-
Fake your pulse to the slightest degree.
All the wars that we tirelessly waged
In the end, they all sound just the same.

I can roam, I can dream, fall in love, go to sleep,
Fall in love, let it bleed,
Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.
Track Name: 7 Steps to Hell
1.
Watch your step as the bombs echo defilement
We were cast as the broken ones
Illusion’s kissing your neck, fading pulse, is this how we will dance our tired bones into the pit of Hell?

Trail of roses, bleeding shrapnel, scent of fire, at the bottom,
Trail of roses, bleeding shrapnel, past’s submission, I’m on fire
Splintered angels, whispered cravings, scent of fire, at the bottom
Trail of roses, bleeding shrapnel, at the bottom, I’m on fire


Hey Marie, baby, give up the gun.
Let’s hideout darling, let’s have some fun.
We’re bleeding out from reopened wounds
Doomed to die again.


2.
Fling your lovers into the sun (don’t wake up)
My heart’s shedding its leathered guard
The nightmare’s kissing your neck, fading pulse, IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!? To burn alone,” she said.
I can tell, I can tell, I can tell.

Hey Marie, baby, give up the gun.
Let’s hideout darling, let’s have some fun.
We’re bleeding out from reopened wounds
Doomed to die again.


Doomed die again
Doomed to die and burn in Hell

3.
My hearts shedding its leathered guard to give in…

Hey Marie, baby, give up the gun.
Let’s hideout darling, let’s have some fun.
We’re bleeding out from reopened wounds
Doomed to die again.

Hey Marie, baby, give up the gun
Let’s hideout darling, let’s have some fun.

Jesus Christ has a loaded gun to your fucking head

Doomed to die again.
On your knees again.

Doomed to die and burn in Hell.
Track Name: Please Excuse the Blood
Traced your scars through the ashen debris
I was yours till the end, Ma Chérie

I love you, & you should know
That I’ll bury this book under snow
and someday you’ll unearth what I wrote

That last time I gave up…

Fashioned one baited song for the end,
Although all of this is just pretend.

I love you, & you should know
That I’ll bury this book under snow
And one day you’ll unearth what I wrote

Just how deep can you dig?

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Have the guts to swim in disgrace, jesters laughing and dancing in place
If my demons created my sins, then this hemorrhaging is within

But why’s this script in reverse?
Jesters laughing and dancing in place
History, heed my pleas to break free
Dear God, I’m going fucking insane


Please don’t listen now these words are for sale
Mark up this failure before the ink dries up
I promise, lover, nothing’s really real
Are you fading or are you pulling back?

Your shadow is dancing while you lie still, my precious faith in a dying metaphor.

You can never make me give up the gun.
You can never make me give up the gun.
You can never make me give up the gun.
You can never make me give up the gun.