1. |
Backlight
03:22
|
|||
|
Old photos' meanings change when they are new to you. The highs and the lows, the simply passing through. Found my lost rolls of film undeveloped still, stray characters and no plot. This setting might as well be on the fucking moon.
With every memory, there’s a price. That’s been an excuse enough to never try.
It’s hard not to forget the details of what’s outside the depth of field and bide time. Over and over again, the nervous habits win. Clicking shutter buttons on empty cameras to find certainty that”s held in a familiar sound.
With every memory, there’s a price. That’s been an excuse enough to never try.
Always a chance that panes of glass shatter to a thousand threads before the picture hits the frame.
With every memory, there’s a price. That’s been an excuse enough to never try.
Afraid the film’s exposed to light. That’s been excuse enough to not try.
|
||||
2. |
Off Season
03:07
|
|||
|
Smelled the mist of the sea in my dreams, swam as far as I could be. Almost ran out of breath, then came back to shore with just a few moments left.
The cold ground, watch shorebirds fly from the cold ground.
Brushed off the stubborn sand. Everything was closed near the pier at sightline’s end. Almost ran out of breath, always wondering about what will happen next.
I wake ahead of the alarm sounds. Smile and fade into the background. Take the train to the edge of town to sit under burning sun painting the cold ground.
Cold ground, watch shorebirds fly from the cold ground.
|
||||
3. |
Half Static
03:14
|
|||
|
I need to hear a song. I need half static, half talk radio on. I need the dogs barking across the hall, saviors from silence staring at the walls.
Try to break it all down into false alarms, distorted feelings we try to disarm. At any 1 or 2 or 3 o'clock, sometimes it's hard to be alone with your thoughts.
Listed the different ways I could have got this headache over the past few days.
It's strange to admit: Seems I've overrated peace and quiet.
Try to break it all down into false alarms, distorted feelings we try to disarm. At any 1 or 2 or 3 o'clock, sometimes it's hard to be alone with your thoughts.
The cadence of the voice in your head, a random pattern on a broken drum as you lay in bed. Searching all the while for the way to move ahead and answer back.
|
||||
4. |
You Already Know
03:43
|
|||
|
I’ll close my eyes and sit still awhile in any parking lot where we're killing time. Find a sound that’s carried in the wind, tie up a few loose ends and catch a hold of it. Mirrors facing mirrors.
You already know that was my old life. Once the bills are paid, that'll be my old life.
Details of local celebrities; the good, the bad, carved in stone memories. Always thought leaving would be easy. Just fix a few more things and I guess we’ll see. Mirrors facing mirrors.
You already know that was my old life. Once the bills are paid, that'll be my old life.
|
||||
5. |
Golden
02:36
|
|||
|
A Band-Aid used as a bookmark, as I reread the first page. Fall asleep mid-sentence, try again.
Pore over everything left in a memory. Reopen doors detrimental to dreamless sleep, pending–
The silence in the room.
Arrived late to the party. Can't tell if anyone knew. And that's fine, I'll be back home soon.
With spider webs holding on in the wind, adorn the way to the door and bookmarks where I left them before.
My punchline never seems to match the setup. The ringing in my ears is just…
The silence in the room.
|
||||
6. |
Silhouettes
00:37
|
|||
7. |
Eclipse
04:20
|
|||
|
The brief eclipse of the morning shine distracts the eye from the path behind.
Follow the falling leaves and the buzzing bees in circles, surround a compass rose.
Hum a song written years after we're long gone. One more turn and we'll be sure to find our way out.
We need a map just to find a map. Look for the names scratched into the tallest tree. Who else was lost out here like you and me?
Hum a song written years after we're long gone. One more turn and we'll be sure to find our way out.
|
||||
8. |
Measures
02:09
|
|||
|
In the lobby with the sound machines. They captured loose static in a box to keep me company. Sometimes these things linger.
Do we measure distance in minutes and measure time in miles? At any rate it sure seems a long way left to go.
Sun shines on polyester flowers and the room's floating dust. Count the shelves in the bookcase, forgot why I'm here in the first place.
Do we measure distance in minutes and measure time in miles? At any rate it sure seems a long way left to go.
|
||||
9. |
Win/Lose
03:10
|
|||
|
The money's gone, that doesn't mean that we were wrong. Spent the dollar bills taped on the wall but kept the Good Lucks scrawled across.
Earlier mornings, later nights. Confuse the sun with the moon. Wars with the stubborn storefront gate should be over soon.
We'll finally find the time to write those novels we should write. Forget what we forgot to leave left behind. Think to the days it all went right.
One more time turn off the sign, the neon hue's persistence looms, though out of view. Win-win or lose-lose, whatever the case this is the last time on Walton Avenue.
|
||||
10. |
The Day
05:42
|
|||
|
This could be the day I’m out of here for good. If I knew how then I would.
Stood in front of the mirror and recited it: “Forget this job I quit.” But I need my medicine. And another one begins.
This could be the day I’m out of here for good. If I knew how then I would.
|
||||
Freezing Cold New York
Freezing Cold is:
Jeff, Leanne, and Angie.
For booking: freezingcold.band@gmail.com