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The Babble We Hold
03:08
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You don’t have to say a word
Love is terrifying
And anymore,
The babble we hold has been getting old
What’s the use in lying?
Do we like the way it hurts
When we’re alone, hiding?
All on our way to another place
Living this way what’s the use in dying?
(We speak not a word, just lying in each other’s presence in ecstasy)
You don’t have to say a word
You can pacify me another way
The tongue is for taste
No need to waste it, what’s the use in speaking?
Ooh, I’ve got too much to say
But you won’t understand me anyway
And, anyway, it’s better this way
Huh? Nothing. No reason…
(Eventually, the beautiful dream fades. The last thing I hear before waking is the singing of angels and the faint scratch of the needle of my mind tracing the familiar groove of loneliness)
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If You're Lonely
03:43
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Had a dream just yesterday
That I was touching her
But that dream faded away
The way the sea swallows the shallow surf
Oh, my my, I don’t know why
I’m broken, broken
All you are in gold and robe and what you sing
Means nothing if you’re lonely
And all their praise and hell you raise on holidays
Don’t mean anything if you’re lonely
Laughing like a lunatic
Here in my room
Milking a broken cigarette
Howling to the moon
Is it hopeless, hopeless?
All you are in gold and robe and what you sing
Means nothing if you’re lonely
And all their praise and hell you raise on holidays
Don’t mean anything if you’re lonely…
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Beauty By Firelight
04:07
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That old bastard time
Has got a way of spinning lies around the youth
And pulling roots to make them numb
That old snake desire
Spreads around like wildfire
Between the two, they spin the old from threads of youth
But I’m afraid the devil is winning
And I just can’t stop my sinning
For all the world
But to be straight and narrow
Is no fun, I want the marrow
In the spine of broken life
Beauty, that big bitch,
Has got a way of making stitches
In the hearts of every man she wouldn’t love
And Bourbon, that big lug,
Sings promises of beauty’s love
But what tastes good on the tongue
Won’t make you young
It’ll leave you lonely
Like time, desire, and beauty by firelight
And I’m afraid the devil is winning
And I just can’t stop my sinning
For all the world
But to be straight and narrow
Is no fun, I want the marrow
In the spine of broken life
That leaves you lonely
Like time, desire, and beauty by firelight
…Just leave me lonely
Like time, desire, and beauty by firelight
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4. |
Diamonds and Gold
02:51
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When you first met me, I was a mystery
Now we’ve got history, and you wish you didn’t miss me
Alone is all I know
Just me, my diamonds and my gold
And in time the evening light chases the sun away from night
Liars love and lovers lie
Where one can’t love one must pass by
Now I’ve got diamonds and I’ve got gold
Just not the kind that you’re looking for
So, sweetest friend, troubled rose
Down your road, on your own
Go, baby.
Go.
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5. |
On & On
01:41
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I told her that I had fallen out of love with you
And if she asks again, this time I’ll tell her the truth
I want your world to be anything you want it to
But god… I want you to want me
I’m in love with an idea that you could lead me back
To a time when I thought love was easy and unending
And so the story goes
On and on and on…
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6. |
Bird Called Pride
04:21
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I’m staring out my bedroom window at this bird I used to know
Reminding me of all those sinful tricks I used to use to glow
If he’d just shut his beak I could get some sleep to go
Mama said always treat ‘em with respect
Do unto others as you’d have them do you next
But I’ve been awake for days
Searching for a second that he’d least suspect
And if that bird don’t stop his staring
I’mma break that birdy’s neck
And he sings… “lalalala…”
(I see you, Bird.)
Mama said always ink over the blade
But I can never get enough blood on the page
To keep quiet this white-riot of pride
In this liquid living in my veins
(A standoff ensues between bird and man)
He knows the faces when I want to feed him
All the spaces in between
The fact and fiction pictured in my denizen diction
I fall back to the bottom just when I think I’m on top
I would get off of this train if I believed it could stop
Staring down this bird called Pride
Is a one-way, full-time, no-wage job
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7. |
Strong Gets Stronger
04:43
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Doing the best we can
Sometimes don’t mean a damn
Just carry that weight like you’d carry a friend
In the end, all we have is our self, the way that we started
Doesn’t that make us whole?
Strong gets stronger
When made to carry a weight that hurts
Know this: no bliss ever came for free
Somehow you’ve got to bleed
Just like the birds and the bees, as with entropy,
We must increase
Whether we’re tied to just one fate, I don’t know
All that I know is that we must grow
And Mama, it’s not your fault.
Strong gets stronger
When made to carry a weight that hurts
Know this: no bliss ever came for free
Somehow you’ve got to bleed
We’re only as strong as the weight to which we’re wed
What doesn’t go to our hearts
Blows to the wind or it goes to our head
We’re only as strong as the weight we pull through the dirt
It’s no measure of worth, it’s cheaper than words
But it’s your weight to carry
So carry it well mama, carry it well
Carry your weight and carry it well
A star that works don’t shine so bright as a star that has burst
That’s just you, mama, lord knows its true, what you’ve been through
That’s just you, mama, God knows its true, what you’ve been through
So carry your weight
And carry it well.
Strong gets stronger
When made to carry a weight that hurts
Know this: no bliss ever came for free
Somehow you’ve got to bleed
Somehow you’ve got to bleed…
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8. |
Reflection
05:19
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I don’t know what I don’t know
But what I’m holding onto is golden
Loneliness don’t ask for correction
I’ve just been terrified of my own reflection
Break me down to my last atom
She is the sunshine and I am her shadow
The shady stay cool while the honest catch fire
So heaven stays empty and so do the liars
Let’s give names to solar-systems
You can play God and I’ll play the victim
Broken boy: a man in the making
Children don’t know the medicine they’re taking
Life’s not so complicated, brother
We all come to find, in some way or another,
That all we need is milk from our mother,
Food, water, shelter, music and a lover
Made in the image of our favorite fireball
We were made to rise and fall back down
In case it rains
Could you hold this folded moment to my brain
So I can see the sun again?
In case it rains
Could you fold this golden moment
In a moleskin or a dirty windowpane?
In case it rains
I will tear a holy moment
From the whole of hell I held for hellfire’s sake
In case it rains
Could you hold this folded moment to my brain
So I can see the sun again?
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9. |
The Dream
04:36
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There is no rest for me
Only the spaces in between
Dark follows light and light follows pain
So when I pray, I pray for rain
Rain for me
I am my favorite enemy
We play as one in times of peace
How the nectar in me
Turns to blood when our cease-fire ceases
She says pieces of me are in everything
And the faces in the dream remind me of something
(Choir)
Only the lonely know the place
On the back of the brain where I trace
I’d give so much for a touch
Of a different mind of a simpler kind
Is mine his minus the silence, the blindness, and oblivion?
Oh… the faces in the dream remind me of me
LONELINESS IS IN YOUR HEAD
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Dallas Thornton Boulder, Colorado
Indie-Pop/Rock from Boulder to Los Angeles. Love is the answer and music it's soundtrack.
Dallas Thornton recommends:
The Rock And The River
by The Sun And The Moon
James Beer and I collaborate and coroborate www.thesunandthemoonmusic.com
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Time Will Tell You Well (2014)
by Grey Season
A classic. The world just doesn't know it yet.
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I'm You (2019)
by Hallelujah The Hills
The Boston indie rockers return, with their characteristic mix of poignant lyrics and melodies that can turn from delicate to anthemic.
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Cannibal House Rules
by Jonathan Something
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Outlandish Poetica
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An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness.
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Death is Nothing to Us
by Fiddlehead
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights.
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