The Artifact Is Nothing

by No Museums

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And in the end we took out our motorbikes And the history we were asked to write The future jets with flags overhead They never listened to all the words we meant, just the words we said And I could write another book That wouldn't hurt as much The bleeding just might stop And in the last hour of extra time I think I found all the length to hang Tonight we swing
I'm clearing snow off the tracks I'm writing letters back home Do the boys ever notice How long you've been alone? The station seems so far back I'm nothing but a mountain range I'm nothing but a broken promise I'm nothing but a worried mind There'll be no mail train this year This valley used to have a clear path The engine used to have some coal I take warmth in the ashes And the men who still have hope I haven't spoken since the first snow I haven't finished writing to you Haven't lost track of lost time I haven't told you the truth
A special airplane recovers Records lost at sea From the other side Fangs that once were teeth Another highway frozen The passengers fall asleep The hidden camera is showing That all I do is leave We never reach the mountains We never believe And I am drawn towards what I've always wanted to be Golden grey and black lights Camping on the sea Ghost hearts murmur Words that mean nothing to me And only sometimes will a trail of old friends start to form Only sometimes when I'm really worn out will you ever let me be A secret hand discovers The longer sleeves Are you listening To fangs that once were teeth?
They photographed the house we roamed about Across the parking lot and the frost returned The abandoned words we once wrote about We lost the throat to shout and the frost returned I'm locked inside and loaded right Thoughts are folded tight and the frost returned There's room for more but the heavy door Doesn't open like it did before
The land speed record was lost in the drive to the coast All of the readers were tossed while heading to the poles I've got the map out and arrows to mark out I've sent the last words signalling flags I've spent the days just waving them back Arrows return, direction is wrong, and far too long
Softly Away 02:20
Speed away and catch the stillness, softly torn away The broken hand is shaking slightly underneath the weight They'll find you again They'll find a way, slowly away, to you They'll find a way, softly away, to you Lost without the occupation, the flag turned white today The finest fights are long behind you, how long we had to wait To find you again And they all watched the snow while the movie played The girls open fire on the old brigade The lines began to fade on the ranger's display So softly they shot and softly they stayed
Did you ever travel over time, beneath the wires and crows Through knives and clocks too slow Did you think of me long ago? Did you ride about on bicycles and write of autumn's weaponry Like stones are thrown in heavy streams Did you think I'd soon be gone? Did you try so hard and think too hard About which road to drive As you raced through the library Did you think I'd let you know? Did you land your mark upon the sun Did you sing a song called chosen one Did you know I'm feeling cold Did you think of me long ago?
The artifact is nothing The monument's not standing The accolade's defeated And the structure ain't completed The treasure's turned to dust The cave of gold is cursed The valley's filled with rot And the spring has suffered drought The etching's lines are blurred The fortune was never heard This space is still for rent And the evil won't repent The bruise still gathers blood The village sank with flood This life is short and rough And the art ain't art enough


"A succinct showcase of eclecticism that proves No Museums can swiftly get to the core of quality songwriting...through an arsenal of tasteful influences, noise experimentation and intriguing, malleable lyrics, The Artifact Is Nothing once again positions No Museums as a deceivingly flexible outfit with a knack for the accessible and consistently inviting"
Dominionated, June 2019

"Edmonton’s No Museums harnesses the harshness of fuzz and chaos to create pop songs with a unique edge to them. On their latest release, The Artifact is Nothing, the band uses the tools of the loud to make blissful songs"
Cups N Cakes, July 2019

#7 CJAM Windsor. January 13, 2020
#1 CICK Smithers, September 3, 2019
#27 CJAI Stella, July 30, 2019
#30 CKXU Lethbridge, July 16, 2019
#10 CIVL Abbotsford, June 25 ,2019


released May 22, 2019

Written and recorded by No Museums
Mastered by Todd Tobias at Waterloo Sound, Brecksville, Ohio


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No Museums Edmonton, Alberta

No Museums: A homemade hybrid of creaking pop and basement rock, using an array of textural devices and hummed noise. 

Echo boxes, delay pedals, soft distortion dynamics and guitars with buzzing strings. There is drift and there is direction. Enjoys the sounds of The Fall, Guided By Voices, Velvet Underground, Wedding Present, Television Personalities.
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