Garbage Pile by Kurt Holes
This is a raw portrayal of life in urban decay, where I find myself surrounded by the physical and emotional debris of broken dreams. Living among discarded remnants and shattered hopes, I search through fragments of the past looking for something salvageable, something meaningful. The city around me has become a metaphor for my own stagnation - grey streets that blur together, where time stands still and change feels perpetually out of reach. Despite my efforts to rise above these circumstances, I remain trapped in this cycle of waste and decay, unable to find the means to escape. Each day blends into the next as I continue to waste away, surrounded by the echoes of what's been thrown away, including perhaps my own potential.
Tracklist
| 1. | Garbage Pile | 3:54 |
Lyrics
Smell of rain on broken glass
Empty cans and dreams that pass
Piled up high it's everywhere
Broken hearts and dirty air
In the garbage pile we stay
Day by day we waste away
In the garbage pile we try
But there's no wings for us to fly
Littered streets in grey decay
Night and day they look the same
Bits of life in disarray
Echoes of what's thrown away
We're searching through the trash
Finding bits of the past
Hoping for a change
But it's always out of range
Ooooh
In the garbage pile we stay
Day by day we waste away
In the garbage pile we try
But there's no wings for us to fly
Littered streets in grey decay
Night and day they look the same
Bits of life in disarray
Echoes of what's thrown us to fly
We're searching through the trash
Finding bits of the past
Hoping for a change
But it's always out of range
The garbage pile we stay
Day by day we waste away
Littered streets in grey decay
Night and day they look the same
Bits of life in disarray
Echoes of what's thrown away
We're searching through the trash
Finding bits of the past
Hoping for a change
But it's always out of range
Whoa oh
Oooh
