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grandfather's ghost
grandfather's ghost in a cadillac. red leather seats and a wicked smile. worn on the sleeves of our common shirts. all of these songs become lullabies. pardon these looks from a judging eye. winter's new wind is a frigid girl. very old friends fold their arms to die. sinew and flesh cover bones and lies. bring me home. final days. snow and rain. we are all to blame. grandfather's ghost in an empty field. blowing with winds from a bitter spring. not a cloud in the sky, only pin sized lights. stop believing in anything. bring us home. bring them home.
the gun in my hand
i can peel all the rust from this old memory but i'll tape up my hands to be safe. i remember us walking this road in the dark and your hands got the best of my mouth. and our bodies were stone as the headlights drove past. everything went black. how many days will it take to get out of this mess that i carved out with words that i sang. after hours on the road back to the docks. i can never forget what you did. and the rain makes it slick for the gun in my hand. we take our final steps. i can peel all the rust from this old memory but i'll hold out my hands to be saved.
& sports
desperate looks. stand tall. oh, shame. feeling lost. there's a city in these veins. afraid of change? we're afraid of the same. mother of two let the memories stay. it's come down to this. hey rain! we can feel you on our undeserving faces. if this winter is over, why such an icy grace? slow down. the air gets so thick. grey and black and the absence of wind. it came from the end and it came from a motive, but it feels like this air is choking us slowly. never cross the line. hey sun! we can feel you against our blistered faces. if this summer is over why such a blinding grace? i was golden. you were crossing the line. i was frozen with this fated sun keeping me alive. we can breath the air. until the end.
recorded at different times from 2007 - 2008