FarFarAway

FARFARAWAY IS: TOM BRASHER, TIMMY G, ERIC HEGGERNES, JASON HITCHCOCK AND MARTY LIENKE

FARFARAWAY DOESN’T OPPERATE ALONE AND SO WE ARE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO: OUR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS WHO HAVE SHOWN US OVERGROWN TEENAGERS ENDLESS LOVE, SUPPORT, AND PATIENCE; TREESPEAK STUDIOS-ESPECIALLY ANDY MATHISON FOR YOUR HARD WORK, PASSION AND DEDICATION TO THIS RECORD; RYAN SMITH AND HYGH TENSION; CORY, JUNO AND EVERYONE AT PILLLAR FORUM; THE CREW AT ZHORA DARLING; ZACH EWALD AND EVERYONE AT PROJECT 37; B-SIDE CAFE; DANI, NICOLE AND KATY AT TUMBLING ROCK ZINE; YOSHI PARRAL; DAN MICHENER; JESSI JO; SUGARCOAT; ATOMIC LIGHTS; UNDERGROUND ‘TIL SUNDOWN; POWERDAM; HAELSTROM IN THE HARBOR; HEED THE WARNING; CUT RATE CLONES; AND EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED US AND THIS WEIRD ROCK & ROLL HABIT WE HAVE. CREATING AND PLAYING MUSIC IS OUR ESCAPE, OUR RELEASE AND OUR THERAPY. WE ARE GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU TO SHARE IT WITH.

ENGINEERED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY ANDY MATHISON AT TREESPEAK STUDIOS / SONGS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY FARFARAWAY ALBUH DESIGN BY ERIC HEGGERNES / PHOTOGRAPHY BY YOSHI PARRAL

© 2026 FARFARAWAY BAND, LLC / HYGH TENSION RECORDS

Overview: “A critique of modern domestic life, this song explores themes of corporate loyalty, social stagnation, and the sense of rejection felt when trapped in an “isolated doll’s house”. It questions the true meaning of wealth and individuality amidst the pressures of conformity”

Lyrics:

Critical miscalculation off the fire line

Pulled us from these sturdy tracks back in ‘29

Programmatic manifesto

Housewives in suburban ghettos

Modern art: Dissipated

Choice and change: Abdicated

In the end,

It’s just the essence of rejection

What is wealth if not the universality of life?

All this mess in my head is all I’ve got to show

Did you get the memo?

Obedience and loyalty

Oaths sworn to the company

Programmatic manifesto

Housewives in suburban ghettos

Isolated in the doll’s house

Cooked the books, burnt the place down

In the end,

It’s just the essence of rejection

What is wealth if not the universality of life?

All this mess in my head is all I’ve got to show

Did you get the memo?

Oppression is our new obsession

Rooted in social recession

There’s always one more bond to break

While stuffing your face full of cake

Always one more step to take

When trying to escape your fate

Love withers under

Love withers under

Love withers under

You!

In the end,

It’s just the essence of rejection

What is wealth if not the universality of life?

All this mess in my head is all I’ve got to show

Did you get the memo?

Overview: “Set in a space-faring crisis, this track follows a crew losing their minds as they drift off-course with a dangerous “foreign creature” on board. The lyrics grapple with internal and external mistrust, ultimately questioning if they should embrace the “searing pain” of the unknown.”

Lyrics:

A half-completed atlas won’t show you to the path

Lost amidst the blueshift

Cascading through the past

Open the atrium

Constellations strange

Mother’s got no bearing

Failure to explain

Oxygen is running thin and the crew is losing it

We’ve let aboard some foreign creature

And I feel we’re losing all control

Idle cursor

Check flight status: Red

No responses

Liquify the dead

Giving ourselves up to gravitic pull

Sliding deeper down into the well

Oxygen is running thin and the crew is losing it

We’ve let aboard some foreign creature

And I feel we’re losing all control

No response to calls for answers

Endless pings ignored

Can we trust each other?

Can we trust ourselves?

A monster lies within

Consuming aberration

It might be our only option

Set the air aflame

Embrace the searing pain

Can we trust each other?

Can we trust ourselves?

A monster lies within

Consuming aberration

Overview: “This song serves as a metaphor for a relationship that feels like a sinking ship, comparing emotional turmoil to being pulled under by an undertow. As the credits roll on the connection, the narrator reflects on a “tragic ending” where they are left to face the truth of their failed intentions.”

Lyrics:

Fleeting

The pigment of leaves in the river’s run

A ceiling of clouds the sun just can’t breach

Holding on to you

Slipping through my reach

Tried to mend these sails with paste and spackle

Calcified resin stitched with hooks and tackle

Like a story with a tragic ending

The kind where the girl gets away

Crashing through the breakers

We fell overboard

Pulled beneath the surface

She’s the undertow

Let go of everything we’re not

Straight down

Raced to the bottom of that place filled with intentions

High tide swept through and it ended

It all comes into view

A different side of you

Failed to make it true

Tonight

Across the threshold now

You give yourself away

The black consuming light and filling your airway

Are we up or down?

Are you still with me?

A panicked outstretched arm then you gripped me

Tried to mend these sails with paste and spackle

Calcified resin stitched with hooks and tackle

Like a story with a tragic ending

The kind where the girl gets away

Crashing through the breakers

We fell overboard

Pulled beneath the surface

She’s the undertow

Let go of everything we’re not

Straight down

Raced to the bottom of that place filled with intentions

High tide swept through and it ended

It all comes into view

A different side of you

Failed to make it true

Tonight

And the credits start to roll

No more chances

And the credits start to roll

Last call for dances

No more chances

No more dances

Crashing through the breakers

We fell overboard

Pulled beneath the surface

She’s the undertow

Let go of everything we’re not

Straight down

Raced to the bottom of that place filled with intentions

High tide swept through and it ended

It all comes into view

A different side of you

Failed to make it true…

Overview: “Inspired by urban legends of mind-controlling arcade cabinets, this track depicts a sense of paranoia and infection in a town where “nothing ever happens”. The feeling of being hunted by “men dressed in black” while suffering from hallucinations and the buzz of mysterious technology.”

Lyrics:

Can’t sleep

My eyes are so dry

Can’t keep my mind occupied

I’m not feeling well

I’m not feeling well

In shrubs and bushes they hide

In unmarked vans parked right outside

I’m not feeling well

I’m not feeling well

There’s something wrong in here…

Emerging from the shadows

Take back the night

We’re moths into the light

Feels like something’s missing

Swept under rugs

Men dressed in black will come

Hallucinations haunt me

Voices from shadows calling

I’m not feeling well

I’m not feeling well

Buzz from bright neon lights

Cold sweats my minds in overdrive

I’m not feeling well

I’m not feeling well

They infect your mind…

Emerging from the shadows

Take back the night

We’re moths into the light

Feels like something’s missing

Swept under rugs

Men dressed in black will come

In a black unmarked cabinet

In a dark and rainy town

Where nothing ever happens

A perfect proving ground

In a black unmarked cabinet

They seek to take control

Brainwashed the willing masses

Sick kids and protocols

Emerging from the shadows

Take back the night

We’re moths into the light

Feels like something’s missing

Swept under rugs

Men dressed in black will come

Overview: “A dark reflection on surviving a traumatic event, It focuses on the internal struggle to move past the fallout and realize that one’s fate is defined by their own choices.”

Lyrics:

These forms collide just like before

Sweet sound they made scraped ‘cross the floor

That choking sour smell!

That choking sour smell!

Whitewashed walls the reek of bleach

A blank stare hides her beliefs

Left the keys locked in the door

All that’s left is chrome and gore

That wretched twist inside

When seeing I survived

I survived…

And if her better angels find out

If her only chance is right now

Realize there’s no fate but what you make now

She’s still searching for a way out

She’s still running from the fallout

Present futures passing now

Breaking

Breaking down or breaking in

A martyr’s cause is giving in

Reasons to ask why

So many reasons that I never learned

to live’s to die

These forms collide just like before

Sweet sound they made scraped ‘cross the floor

Flipped the switch

Turned the key

Peeled apart like leaves

And if her better angels find out

If her only chance is right now

Realize there’s no fate but what you make now

She’s still searching for a way out

She’s still running from the fallout

Present futures passing now

Overview: “This song explores the hollowness of performative social interactions and the desperate attempt to impress people one actually detests. The song warns that if you aren’t enough on your own, you will never find fulfillment through others, regardless of how you reinvent yourself.”

Lyrics:

If I could stand on my head and get a different point of view

It’s like we’re trying to impress all the people we detest

Pretending to pretend we’re anything but the exception

Days are long

Years are short

A welcome distraction I ignored

If you’re not enough by yourself

You’ll never be enough with anybody else

We’re still holding on to everything

I’m just a sucker for brand new beginnings

If I could stand on my head

I’m just passing through

So keep your light alive

Long ago I let mine die

Days are long

Years are short

A welcome distraction I ignored

If you’re not enough by yourself

You’ll never be enough with anybody else

We’re still holding on to everything

I’m just a sucker for brand new beginnings

Moments steadily became memories in front of me

If you’re not enough by yourself

You’ll never be enough with anybody else

We’re still holding on to everything I’m just a sucker for brand new beginnings

Overview: “Caught between the past and an uncertain future. Despite wanting to leave town and find “forever,” they remain stuck in place, existing “between the cracks” as social structures collapse.”

Lyrics:

Muffled voices and white noises hover just beyond the light that paints the back lawn in a flash bomb

Toasting fireside

It’s four hours past your curfew

Should be on your way back home

Flirting with shadows that lick your cheeks in a symphonic amber glow

And I’m afraid to go alone

And everyone else has gone home

Finding it’s hard to say exactly how I feel

Keep watching seasons change

My world remains the only thing that’s real

Let’s leave this town together

Let’s find forever

Wherever

It’s been awhile since that smile had a reason to exist

In spite of all your promises

That you wrapped around your wrist

And at last light’s slowly fading

I should have took my chance

Flat foot, Face down like I cased a double

Bodied by romance

Finding it’s hard to say exactly how I feel

Keep watching seasons change

My world remains the only thing that’s real

Let’s leave this town together

Let’s find forever

Wherever

When social structures all collapse

I exist between the cracks

Finding comfort in the westbound lanes

How long will this last?

Finding it’s hard to say exactly how I feel…

Finding it’s hard to say exactly how I feel

Keep watching seasons change

My world remains the only thing that’s real

Let’s leave this town together

Let’s find forever

Wherever

Overview: “A somber meditation on past tragedy and personal trauma, this song visits the site of a friend’s death. The “tattoo” serves as a metaphor for the visible, inescapable pain and regret as they try to put their life back together.”

Lyrics:

A quiet country drive past the quarry on the county line

Where Danny’s older brother died

The red house on the left was where he took his last breath

Mixed Hennessy and Percocet

It’s all by design

That not all birds will touch the sky

Yeah, some were never meant to fly

But would it be so bad

To give all that I have?

It’s tattooed all across my face

For all to see

Yeah we want something better

Don’t wanna feel this forever

Stuck remembering

How to put this all back together

So what’s been on your mind?

I haven’t got much time

Hate to decline

Cornered by these strangers all the time

I never asked for this tattoo

Didn’t wanna see the truth

Choked like a noose

Smothering my will to follow through

But would it be so bad

To give all that I have?

It’s tattooed all across my face

For all to see

Yeah we want something better

Don’t wanna feel this forever

Stuck remembering

How to put this all back together

How do we put this all back together?

Reckoning for worse or for better

Speak out

Speak now

Just open your mouth

And tell me are you alright?

Tell me have you crossed that line?

Tell me do you feel out of time, no hope to find?

Tell me have you bottomed out?

Tell me are you filled with doubt?

Tell me just what brought about this falling out?

Tell me are you pushing dirt?

Tell me how long has this hurt?

Scared I might just make things worse

Yeah we want something better

Don’t wanna feel this forever

Stuck remembering

How to put this all back together

How do we put this all back together?

Reckoning for worse or for better

Overview: “A humorous and nostalgic look at aging in the punk and emo scene, the song attempts to contrast youthful rebellion with the realities of aging not so gracefully. Despite suburban life and changing bodies, the song celebrates the fact that they never truly grew out of their phase.”

Lyrics:

We were young and dumb

Now we’re old and numb

Knee brace and hard rocking 501’s

Didn’t think we would get this far

And I never thought I would live to see today

Guess this is middle age

Just another elder emo

Never grew out of the phase

Just another elder emo

Faux hawk’s turning gray

Just another elder emo

Got a house out in the burbs

All the neighbors think I’m crazy

And my family’s still concerned

Traded Jag Bombs and bumps for Prilosec and Tums

Mowing my lawn at the crack of dawn

Spent all these years collecting battle scars

Now it’s just our bodies in decay

Cuz’ this is middle age

Just another elder emo

Never grew out of the phase

Just another elder emo

Faux hawk’s turning gray

Just another elder emo

Got a house out in the burbs

All the neighbors think I’m crazy

And my family’s still concerned

Still bombing hills the same way that we used to

Shotgunning brews the same way that we used to

Full send. No pads. No breaks.

Just another elder emo

Never grew out of the phase

Just another elder emo

4 o’clock buffets

Just another elder emo

Got a house out in the burbs

All the neighbors think I’m crazy

And my family’s still concerned

Overview: “This track lashes out at the “delusional” nature of artificial social circles (Social Media) and people who curate their lives in a lie. It portrays a world of performative affirmations and “alibis,” but really we are all just putting on a show for likes and Subscribes.”

Lyrics:

Can’t keep cutting off these corners

No matter how hard that you try

When all your dreams exist on paper

Closet’s full of alibis

Maybe you’d prefer a poet

Someone better at goodbyes

Wishing life was like the movies

All romance aside

Must be fun to be so delusional

So many friends but they’re artificial

Must be fun to be so delusional

Put your mask back on

Same true stories that you made up

Convinced the whole damn world

You’re a slave to affirmations

And getting the last word

A constant stream of voices

The din is deafening

A patient run asylum

But it’s welcoming

Must be fun to be so delusional

So many friends but they’re artificial

Must be fun to be so delusional

Put your mask back on

Two cents you never had

As true as it is sad

The devil in disguise

So much more than all the lies

Must be fun to be so delusional

So many friends but they’re artificial

Must be fun to be so delusional

Put your mask back on

Overview: “A nervous, romantic encounter leads to love at first sight, but quickly filled with the fact that she is already with another. Things change through the night when she takes the lead and gives a shy guy a chance.”

Lyrics:

Take things slow

Don’t fuck this up by rushing

Changed the stars and now I’m becoming

The one who’s sure of absolutely nothing

Lost control I’m wanting more than some fling

Nameless she remained

I couldn’t look away

Riverside just past the ides

She caught my eye

Formal dress nervous and stressed

My mouth is dry

She’s here with another

Never going to recover From this crash

I need a system patch

Just a gubbish hack

Can I be your crash override?

You’re my acid burn

I need you by my side

We’re floating in a starry sky tonight

Can I be your crash override?

Dark-haired blue-eyed smile

She bested me without even trying

Yeah she’s elite

My mind goes blank

no where to run

she turns to me

Failure to load

Can’t find talk mode

She takes the lead

Can I be your crash override?

You’re my acid burn

I need you by my side

We’re floating in a starry sky tonight

Can I be your crash override?

Spotlight shines on me

Blinded I can’t see except for her eyes

They’re locked with mine

Will you take my hand?

Promise that I can have the last dance

My only chance

Can I be your crash override?

You’re my acid burn

I need you by my side

We’re floating in a starry sky tonight

Can I be your crash override?

Overview: “Capturing the essence of restless youth, this song is about piling into a van and driving aimlessly into the night to escape the boredom of growing up. It is a tribute to late-night highway freedom, fueled by “favorite punk rock tunes” and the desire to kill time until dawn.”

Lyrics:

So load the van

Coast it down the street

Half a block and we’re free

Pedal to the floor

Get us nowhere fast

We can’t hardly wait

Speed into the night

No headlights

Just ‘cuz growing up can be so damn boring

Driving ‘round no destination bound

Singing along to our favorite punk rock tunes

Bored, aimless youth

What we’re holding on to

Pitch black highways

Westbound and down

Wherever we may roam

Doyle take the wheel

‘Cuz I’m too high to drive

Taste of Ink on repeat

Cutting through state lines

Killing time ‘Til it’s

four o’clock in the fucking morning

Driving ‘round no destination bound

Singing along to our favorite punk rock tunes

Bored, aimless youth

What we’re holding on to