A Broken Silence

A Broken Silence

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Raw and vivid stories mixed up with a crescendo of powerfull guitars, driving bass lines and superb hip hop production. The bands debut release 'All For What' features appearances from The Whitlams' Tim Freedman & Patriarch (U.S.A)

Biography

At a time when causeless rebels reign, and we are without a band to truly uphold rock’s anti-establishment heritage, A Broken Silence is the single voice of dissent right up in the face of the issues we are facing today.

You may say A Broken Silence is an alternative rock/nu-metal outfit with a rapper as a front man. But don’t be too hasty to label them. When you listen to ‘All For What’, the bands debut release, you are instantly hit with raw, vivid stories told by the unique voice of front man Torcha, backed by a crescendo of driving guitars, mixed up with great hip hop production. Drawn together from a mix of different, eclectic musical backgrounds and well-established careers, A Broken Silence truly is bringing together the best of the Australian music scene.

Rather than ramming an opinion down your throat, A Broken Silence asks poignant questions and tells exceedingly real stories to bring light to the things that are so very wrong with our world, the listener is not barraged by pseudo revolutionary slogans aimed at an indifferent system. A Broken Silence Fearlessly approach the subjects that relate to social and political issues, loudly expressed with propulsive rhythms, radio-palatable hooks and real production values.
A Broken Silence will release their debut EP “ALL FOR WHAT” in early 2008. Expect an edgy, socially aware record featuring guest appearances from Patriarch (USA) and The Whitlams’ Tim Freedman. A Broken Silence ask the questions, and address the issues, that their contemporaries are afraid to approach.

Lyrics

All For What

Written By: A Broken Silence

Verse 1:
He wasn’t born to privilege, he was born to scrimmage
Realized to this world there was more than image
Knew to succeed you must ignore the critics
Loved the music but deplored the business
Now you could sell your soul to get scores of riches
But in the end result you’d be torn and twisted
Lived to the fullest, thought he saw his limits
Stayed on his principals, was to hardcore to pivot
Living to rhyme but later driven to crime
So cool, most would have thought he aint sinned in his life
Things change at the blink of an eye
When he mentioned, “I just gotta do a thing for this guy”
Said I’m choked, lookin at his kid, flat broke
Five years down the track wished he hid that dope
His pops always spoke of not mixing with bad folks
Now they pulled him from a river, just to give him a tagged toe

Chorus:
Rob for the money
Steal for the money
Man, I gotta get them dollar bills for my honey

Should I rob for the money
Steal for the money
Do deals for the money, just chill for me honey

Should I rob for the money
Steal for the money
Gotta get them dollar bills, bills for my honey

Should I rob for the money
Steal for the money
Do deals for the money, just chill for me honey

Life can be funny, (It aint funny)
He got killed, killed for the money

Verse 2:
A once disciplined kid, became afflicted within
Stricken with the sickness of living for friends
Bad habit of drinking didn’t pay dividends
Wife gave him the ultimatum “Leave or make ends… meet”
So for a while he lived in deceit
Started making the money piles without bringing receipts
Missus was all smiles, thinking it’s sweet
While his palms were sweaty, heart skipping a beat
Till the night he got drunk and started wetting his beak
Dipped up in his mix, he aint slept in a week
A once strong figure, got swept off his feet
Said “I’m in hot water” and I guess it was deep
Said now “I’m probably safer in a cell than the street”
A week later, he knew how well he’d foreseen
Selling to some D’s, the he gave up his team
His crew found him, took his life, just to pay for his deeds

Chorus

Bridge:
Every day’s a trial we facing, pictures in my mind retracing x 4

Chorus

There They Go

Written By: A Broken Silence

Verse 1:
Flicking through photo’s as our childhood starts to fade away
As we’ve grown, seen some of the wildest, many of our greatest days
Some succeeded, stagnated, didn’t make the grade
Some of us lost hope and put our faith up in the latest craze
With something so potent, they lost focus, couldn’t stay sain
Many dreams went up in smoke from the day they became a slave
Were they lost souls looking for ways to entertain their brain?
Couldn’t strain friendships and found it hard to go against the grain
On a lonely road where no one is on a quest for change
To get control, then at best you must confess today
Barely a cent after rent in a mess you stay
Savings are spent, invested in stress and decay
Do we rest the blame on the shoulders of society?
Who let it creep through although they’d known its notoriety
If I could take your past and hold it where your eyes can see
To show you’ve joined a long line that be folding up their brightest dreams

Chorus:
Sometimes the city can suck you in to it’s habits
Where it’s easier to sink than to manage (Let it go)

Sometimes even the loudest people in a crowded place
Feel drowned out and start to think that they’re alone

Another day another broken dream
We try to bring em out the dark again but (There they go)

Don’t know where to go, don’t know where to go
My city try to throw em off they don’t know where to go

Sometimes the city can suck you in to it’s habits
Where it’s easier to sink than to manage (Let it go)

Another day another broken dream
We try to bring em out the dark again but (There they go)

Another day another broken dream
We try to bring em out the dark again but (There they go)

Verse 2:
Often I’m pacing, thoughts be racing asking questions why
The privileged waste and those in despair make the best of life?
What separates those with lesser drive from the rest that shine?
Why do some rise up in testing times? Some are less inclined.
Morals so clouded soaked up in these pesticides
Couples giving birth so the baby bonus check arrives
We twisted, to slow to even get their vibe
Went from A to B so quick we just couldn’t connect the lines
Since it got a grip on these streets and started clenching tight
Tension’s increased and so has tendencies to crime
Bodies waste away on those who were once the energetic type
No class or race divide as this epidemic stricked
It’s not a new find, the fragility of the human mind
But to reality, many have shut the door, drew the blinds
Isolated in this modern world new design
Where no ones got the time to try stop em from the noose they’re tying

Chorus

Can You Picture (The Road Is Lost)

Written By: A Broken Silence & Tim Freedman

Chorus:
Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score, before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love, but the love is never more

Verse 1:
Wishing it all to end
Enraged by the slaughtering
Thoughts explode like my heads a grenade and I drawed the pin
Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend
Must punish the win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin
The only laws is ‘no laws at all’ once it begins
From the smell of blood violence is absorbed into their skin
And the thoughts of kids caught up should torture people to death
Now freedoms with them see if them orphans see any sense

Chorus:
Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score, before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love, but the love is never more

Verse 2:
Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news
So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do
Jaded because we didn't hear them calls coming through
How we'd savor our days if we had to walk in them shoes
Countries can't build without support for the youth
They lost when their most important resources abused
Forming our views, and not picking up on the clues
Inner-city blues stop many from listening to the clues
Voices on mute, so we whisper this to you
No time for school, many children be enlisted to be troops
And we walk , thinking that the system got us screwed
Like we taught ,just to keep a short distance from the truth
When scores…are born only to be drifting to a noose
Where they gone well say , lord forgive we never knew
Gotta question why many, got there scriptures misconstrued
And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule

Chorus:
Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score, before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love, but the love is never more

Outro:
We're caught up in the pictures that they have shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives its best that they blindfold us

Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain

We're caught up in the pictures that they have shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives its best that they blindfold us

Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain

Discography

Releases:
All For What EP (2008) Eightball Records / MGM

Singles:
'There They Go' 2008
'Can You Picture (The Road Is Lost)'
featuring Tim Freedman 2008

Set List

Current Set Duration: 45 mins / Original content.

Introduction
All For What
Signs
Revolution
If You Did Know
Can You Picture (The Road Is Lost)
There They Go
Smile After Strain.