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Roman Numeral One
00:57
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Like I'm not gonna sound fake on some introduction track?
This isn't the preface to a book,
It's not the prelude to a fugue,
It's not a prologue to a play...
If you have something to say this is the perfect time to keep it to yourself;
Maybe you could try listening...
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Stubborn Part 2
03:15
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I'm a wolf; I'm a sinner.
But Lord knows I ain't half as bad as you
You're a ghost and a cynic,
But it ain't over yet, baby blue.
Now that we're grown but we still seem to hate ourselves,
What can we do now?
I'm a joke, a hypocrite,
But you have always known that about me.
You'll get stoned, and get over it,
Because it's not like you've lived your life perfectly.
So now that we're grown but we still seem to hate ourselves,
What can we do now that we're alone and we still love each other?
Little Brother...
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Angel Wings
01:39
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Fog falls from the trees like icicles melt,
As cold as I've been to my friends before...
But it seems that these mysterious rain drops are for me,
Sent with hope that I'd know it was more than just the weather...
I realized that the fog had crept over the Caldecott,
Searching for someone like me...
And this water could cleanse my soul better than any four-story church,
Or a priest with a college degree.
You have been given to me as a second chance:
I am Lucifer's angel wings and his halo.
I may be broken, but I'll still glow brighter than when I was in Hell.
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Mountain Tops
03:22
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When I get up to the mountain top,
I'll write songs of how hard I fought.
When I get up, they're gonna make me king,
And I'll give you what you want.
I'll give you everything.
When I get up, I'm gonna search for you.
I'm gonna bring you home to your new bedroom.
In my castle, on the mountain top,
Where I sing at the top of my lungs for the things I've lost...
I close my eyes and struggle with nightmares,
While the crown lay safe on the fireside chair.
I close my eyes and the kingdom come,
All my guilt; All my demons...
I close my eyes and had a crazy dream
Where I killed myself, with a knife it seemed.
Caught red-handed, watching myself bleed, I stood there
Now I'm the king of me...
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A jug of wine split between my friends and me
Before the matinee at the gallery
Reflections of little deaths portray the human helplessness.
It helps me identify with our dying breath
And hell if I don't find that comforting,
Knowing that when I go I'm not taking anything
But the camera only shows what she thinks she knows
And she whispers, "My thoughts never decompose"
But the camera only shows what she thinks she knows
And she's showing me alone
Before you inevitably say goodbye to me
I'll have our daguerreotypes, our dead memories.
Reflections of little deaths help my soul undress,
Leaving me in my own delighted rest.
I fell in love with a machine,
Knowing that I would die without changing anything
But she'll stop haunting me
Eventually
Hopefully
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Azure Eyes
01:17
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My Muse may have left me for another city
My Muse probably left me for another man
You know, I hardly noticed.
I've been pretty busy...
I've learned to cloak a half-cocked smile
Lying with my eyes essentially
I've been struggling to find my enlightenment
Doubting now that it'll be Heaven sent
For a minute I was looking inside my gregarious friends
But it might be in reclusive silence...
At this point, what I know is that I don't know.
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7. |
Pray for Sunlight
03:50
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There's never enough summer for you
And I'll be taking the blame.
We worship our storm gods alone
Pretending that they're not the same
You dream of sunshine and I pray for rain
Are we in love?
I simply tire from the question
I'm asking my actions to shout out loud,
"Are you sure of your doubts and assumptions?"
Because I am dreaming of clouds and you pray for Sunlight
There's never a winter with you
Just temporary shades
The mourning is over by the afternoon
Marine Layer haze burns away
but I know there's a way where we both can stay
Under the sun, enjoying the heat from the shade
After all, my skin is sunburned red from basking in your UV rays
Now you're playing Tom Waits, drinking chardonnay
Believing in love, believing in witches and princes
We fell in love, as did our walls of defenses
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Nevermind
02:05
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Spoke to a stone wall all afternoon
Discovered my apathy had a cynical tooth
But soon I'll come across you and everything will be all right
So nevermind...
Lunch with a birdbath; Scrub Jay blues
They told me my poetry had never sounded so mute
But soon I'll come across you and everything will be all right
So nevermind...
Met with Thelonious to decipher your moods
Crepuscule and star charts can't tell me what to do
No, I'll always love you
So nevermind...
Fell asleep on my last poem that you'll never read through
I met your friends in a dream last night
As they were leaving the room, and that included you.
Is everything fine this time?
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Haunted Vocal Cords
02:27
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Oh ghost, I remember the apparitions
We tried to see eye-to-eye, but your pupils were translucent white
Oh ghost, with logic surely sacrificed,
The oscillating moans reverberate in my bones
Afraid I may have lost my mind
I hear your voice
Haunted vocal cords
Oh ghost, will you leave me alone?
Your spirit's transcending, I can't keep pretending that this is our home.
Tortured soul, I hope you finally find your peace
For I'll forever be haunted by the idea of you and me.
I hear your voice
Haunted vocal cords
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Quiet Scoff
01:07
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I know birds fly to the sky to get closer to that Song of Truth
So I figured that man speaks to better understand a universal language
Sometimes I can hear the mimicked tune sung mid-flight
Colliding with your prayers in the sky.
I can't yet hear what you're saying, but I am keen to your thoughts
"All is not lost," I quietly scoff.
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Peter Parker
03:14
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I'm no Jesus
I'll never wear thorns
I drink way more water than wine and I'd sink to the ocean floor.
I'm no savior
Not even an archetype
But I'll perform miracles when the time's right
I'm no genius
Not even a role model
But I'll find morality in the growth of the trees and the flight of the swallow
I'm no shaman
Not even the healer-type
But I'll perform miracles when the time's right
I'm no Jesus
Not even a Peter Parker
Responsibility keeps chasing me
The darker the hour
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Are we alone?
Will we ever know?
Will we stop asking questions, disenchanted with the answers?
We, the curious breed, have passed down mythologies
Creating what we can't explain in stories told by open flame
Words start racing in our imaginations, filled with dreams and revelations
Interpreting Interpretations
If read out loud, what prophets have written down will sound like ancient stories found while excavating Mediterranean holy ground
Hypocrites and hatred casting brothers to damnation
Each salvaged soul self-medicated
Interpreting Interpretations
So who can you listen to when nobody will tell the truth?
Your mom's a saint; your dad's confused.
You find religious views in bottles of booze.
Is your soul worth saving?
You'll find the answer waiting in pious prayer or meditation
Interpreting Interpretations
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War/Drum Ellipse
02:46
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Old Soul
04:53
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My mother was raised by a drunkard
But if I met him I would have shook his hand
Because we've all got our vices
And I was taught to never look down on another man
My father was raised by a Mason
He can see the Architect in his eye
We've all got our questions
Hidden behind the faith we claim to have survived
Oh old soul, why are we innately so vulnerable?
Tired of searching for rabbit holes inside of the bramble,
Will you please find us a place that we can call our home?
They say it takes a village to raise a child, to tame our wild
But we all know one fucking kid can raze our cities to the ground
Oh old soul, why are we innately so vulnerable?
Tired of searching for rabbit holes inside of the bramble,
Will you please find us a place that we can call our home?
We were (raised/razed) on pills and statistics
Braces and ADHD diagnostics
The same as our brothers and sisters
We all sound like this
We all sound like this
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Roman Numeral Sixteen
01:10
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There's a pessimistic side of me that makes this process entertaining
To misquote a king of introspection
Henry David Thoreau
I wouldn't write like this
You know, about me
If I knew anyone as well as I know myself.
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