The Symptoms

The Symptoms

 Boston, Massachusetts, USA
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The Symptoms are an experimental pop band based in Boston, MA.

Biography

The Symptoms are a four-piece experimental pop band. Their last EP, Contrasts explores ambient textures and patterns. They recently completed their first full-length LP which blends gritty post-rock guitar tones with danceable rhythms and wide-open synths. 

Lyrics

Seeing in the Dark

Written By: The Symptoms

I’ve been everywhere,
I know.
I’ve been in the funnel of the street.
I sleep beneath your feet.
I’ve been everywhere.

I’ve been everywhere,
I know a place to meet,
a place beneath your feet.

To meet in the city,
to meet in the city with me.

And stripped notes,
neon notaries.

Seeing in the dark,
there’s darkness ensuing.
Seeing in the dark,
there’s darkness in suing.
Seeing in the dark,
there’s darkness in sewage.
Seeing in the dark,
there’s darkness in sewage.
Seeing in the dark,
there’s darkness in seeing.
Seeing in the dark.

Living Alone

Written By: The Symptoms

Everything is only, only just a thing.
City squares are shaped like uncut diamonds.
One day I’ll remember tearing you apart.
Everything is only, only just a thing.

Anywhere is only anywhere but here.
One day I’ll remember putting you up.
Everything is only, only just a thing.
One day I’ll remember tearing you down like wallpaper.
Like wallpaper.

I’ve been living alone, living alone.
It would make more sense spinning in mono,
maybe it would make more sense,
spinning in mono.

All you are is art.
All I am is bones.
I can feel your art,
feel it in my bones.

April

Written By: The Symptoms

It’s all been,
since we met,
confusing.
I’ve
long lost,
since we met,
I’ve
long lost,
some things I want to show you,
long lost.

The ferry’s coming soon,
to take me away.
The ferry’s coming soon to take me away.

A swift murder,
of me or of you,
would never work,
nothing’s easy,
that doesn’t crack,
doesn’t crack,
under high,
doesn’t crack under high pressure.

All in All (Alone)

Written By: The Symptoms

Leftovers in light colors,
leftovers.

How can you live like this,
in the empty no one,
anything and always.
How can you live like this,
in the empty no one
anything and always.
I’ve been keeping secrets.
I’ve been hiding all day,
wonder why I’m desperate.

I see nothing.
I see nothing but patterns,
useless retition of color.
I see nothing but patterns,
repetition of colors,
colored up,
colored shirts,
colored up,
colored shirts,
all colored up.

Color me in.

Textures like
violet
colors like
sky.

Violet.

Discography