The Candor Campaign

The Candor Campaign

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandAlternativeIndie

With powerful anthems and lyrics that are both poetic and thought provoking, The Candor Campaign draws you in and commands your attention from start to finish.

Biography

The Candor Campaign is the solo project of singer/songwriter Trinity Aikens. Trinity began playing music seriously early in high school. He started off cutting his teeth at different bars and venues around the San Antonio, TX area. His set list then consisted mainly of covers from various genres spanning punk and alternative to classic country and pop. But it was when he started writing his own songs that he found his true passion as well as an affinity for connecting with people while expressing himself.

Despite not being able to read music and claiming that he barely knows the notes that he is playing half of the time, he began to take what he learned from the different genres he was used to playing and crafted a sound that is fresh but familiar.  

Trinity began The Candor Campaign as a way to explore bigger musical projects. Though he began as a singer and guitarist, he soon took up piano and sampling as to not be limited by the sounds produced by any single instrument. He soon moved to Austin, TX in order to connect with larger audiences and resides there today.


With powerful anthems and lyrics that are both poetic and thought provoking, The Candor Campaign draws you in and commands your attention from start to finish.  

Lyrics

Cosmic Bandwagon

Written By: Trinity Aikens

Far out politicians
Creators of the common law
Broadcast their transmissions
From ivory towers made of straw

Say if you want to be a hero boy
Exploration’s where it’s at
And Venus looks so lovely
Strap a rocket to your back

Not sure where you’re headed
But the fuel just burns along
And there’s no weight to tie you down now
But you don’t feel quite as strong

Must have blow right past the heavens
There’s nothing here but empty black
So I’m trading in the front seat
For a rearview in the back

Houston please pick up the phone
I’m up here all alone and I could sure use a friend
But it’s my own voice that I hear echo in an empty room
Replies I’m not where I belong

Two weeks past your touchdown
But the joy never set in
There’s only more endless plains here
Just a different shade of red

Now the wind it moves right through you
And whistles in your ear
The only music that you hear
Are the bells that are no longer there

Houston please pick up the phone
I’m up here all alone and I could sure use a friend
But it’s my own voice that I hear echo in an empty room
Replies I’m not where I belong
So set a fire to the lawn
Something to guide me back home
Been away for far too long
Could I crash into your arms

Bottled Up

Written By: Trinity Aikens

Set the burner to overflow
Now there’s steaming water all on the stove
I cut the garden down, just trying to trim a little bit
Didn’t used to shit where I live

Now that room’s some boxes I don’t need
Because it winds up most nights I don’t sleep
Even if I wanted to, I’ve still got friends to lose
And what’s the point in stopping now

Because I’ve found the best years of my life are dead and gone
I now bight the bullet, taste the sulfur in my mouth
I’m done spinning my wheels, I cracked the motor shut her down
Why not, why not

That light bulb burnt out slowly
Bottled up, it couldn’t breathe
Now when I flip the switch, over and over again
Darkness is all I get

Because I’ve found the best years of my life are dead and gone
I now bight the bullet, taste the sulfur in my mouth
I’m done spinning my wheels, I cracked the motor shut her down
Why not, why not

Masking Tape

Written By: Trinity Aikens

My tongue keeps whipping out obscene truth and lies
Open wide
Just as surprised as you but more terrified
Say by now, I should know
But I swear that I don't
Front or back, pick a hand
Intertwined

And my wrists insist on stretching out of their sleeves
Cracking up
As I outgrow the stone I’ve sculpted for years
Rolling now, breaking down
Fences all over town
Never seems, quite the same
Once you leave

I’m spinning closer round to full circle now
Letting go
Can’t even fathom everything I don’t know
Call them liars, call them dense
For their blind confidence
But let them rest, stunted yet
Bloated heads

And what little help that I am my father’s son
All wrapped up
How good’s advice that applies to everyone
Take the bow, tear away
Terrible masking tape
Bound to get to the bottom
Of this

What happens when the autopilot fails and starts the tail spin
Only wish you'd screamed out loud before this
But I’ll break it down, stretch my legs and cut my wrists, find what comes out
And peel away, all these layers from me

Tossing, turning
Searching for comfort in my own skin
Tossing, turning
Searching for comfort in my skin