I cleaned the tarnish
From the brass inside
A switch sat silent
Under dust and time
I did not press hard
I moved my hand slow
Some things only answer
When you touch them low
If there is still a place
Where the current can cross
If there is still a way
Through the damage and loss
I will not call us finished
I will not look away
Two worn-out surfaces
Can meet again someday
I found the small marks
Where the metal had burned
A little black circle
Where the heat once turned
I thought of your silence
And the space between
How even closed doors
Can remember being seen
If there is still a place
Where the current can cross
If there is still a way
Through the damage and loss
I will not call us finished
I will not look away
Two worn-out surfaces
Can meet again someday
Maybe we are not easy
Maybe we both changed
Maybe the old bright feeling
Will not come back the same
But I have seen a circuit
Wake from almost none
Not with a thunder
Just a patient little hum
If there is still a place
Where the current can cross
If there is still a way
Through the damage and loss
I will not call us finished
I will not look away
Two worn-out surfaces
Can meet again someday
I found the contact points
- Lyricist
Hadrin Scole
- Composer
Hadrin Scole
- Producer
Oren Brask
- Vocals
Hadrin Scole
Listen to Contact Points by Hadrin Scole
Streaming / Download
- 1
Under the Bench Light
Hadrin Scole
- 2
Small Screws in a Tin
Hadrin Scole
- 3
What the Static Let Through
Hadrin Scole
- 4
Solder Smoke
Hadrin Scole
- 5
A Motor Turns Slowly
Hadrin Scole
- 6
Wires Remember Heat
Hadrin Scole
- 7
Not Every Part Goes Back
Hadrin Scole
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Contact Points
Hadrin Scole
- 9
Still Warm in the Fuse
Hadrin Scole
- 10
Some Things Still Murmur
Hadrin Scole
- 11
Still On Low Power
Hadrin Scole
People cannot be restored completely to who they once were
Even so, somewhere deep inside, there is still a part of them humming quietly
This album does not try to force broken things back into something new
Instead, it gently finds and accepts the parts that are still moving
A debut album where resignation and tenderness coexist
affirming the self that is imperfect, but still capable of sounding again
