Here you are free to stream our songs as much as you like. Though we are nearing the completion of our first album, it is still an ongoing process. We will be updating this list as the last couple tracks are produced, so check back every month or so for updates.
Below are lyrics for the songs. I often like to learn a bit about the meaning being the songs I listen to, so you will also find some program notes we have jotted down, if you are interested.
Symbol of Summer
a sigh, a laugh, a cry a spark, a sign, a sudden twinkle in the eye a truth, a lie a road we try a glance at me as time goes by a way a game we play a night a day a longing in a word I say a path a line a look in kind a space between us where we lie as I stare into the ever-rising sun What is to come? as you and I trade places no separate ways and that's okay a walk a dance, a talk a stone, a rock that's slung into a parking lot a tear, a fear a thought made clear a feeling that your very near a frame a letter game a pearl, a chain a necklace for me that you me a pane of glass a blade of grass a smile at everything that's past as I stare into the ever-rising sun What is to come? as you and I trade places no separate ways and that's okay a sigh, a laugh, a cry a spark, a sign, a sudden twinkle in the eye a truth, a lie a road we try a space between us where we lie
This is a love-song I wrote for Margaret. After we began performing, I re-arranged it for both of us.
—Eric
Passing of the Day
Moving in waves all about us, hoping to stay. Pushing the light farther out, hoping to stay. What will become of the world unknown? Will it cease slowly and fade? What will become of our journey onward, when we're done passing the day...? what will become of it now? what will come up with the light? Moving in waves all about us, hoping to stay. What will become of the world unknown? Will it cease slowly and fade What will become of our journey onward, when we're done passing the day...? What will become of it now? What will come up with the sun? What will become of the light, when all it's duties are done? and now the day moves along then it's gone say goodnight to the light until the dawn
I had been pondering over the dillema that the world has already been explored entirely, that the "unknown" is becoming smaller and sparcer. When I penned lyrics on this subject, it became more about our inability to see and explore our world while the light is falling, though the ending gives some hope, as I do, that a new dawn will show the way towards new adventures.
Conversation
A man walks into a room craving a conversation but no one's really listening just talking into space You can say what you want You can say what you mean but it won't mean a thing if there's not someone there listening A lady see's the man alone in a room full chatter and does something so miraculous she hear's what's on his mind... You can say what you want You can say what you mean but it won't mean a thing if there's not someone there listening You can say what you want, you can say what you want to. You can say what you wanted, or you can scream what you want to but what good would it do if no one was listening to you? You can say what you want You can say what you mean but it won't mean a thing if there's not someone there listening Give me my conversation back in world where no one listens just take all of this information back in a world, in an age, where everyone, is a sage, everyone... Give me my conversation back in world without a focus I'm just so sick and tired of it all in a world, where everyone, want's a piece of the sky So let's get down to business, let's all get down to business, listen to your neighbor, and you're best friend's friend and build a world, where everyone, is understood instead... And so the man and woman dance within the conversation It sends a spark throughout the room and pulls in everyone You can say what you want you can say what you mean but it won't mean a thing if there's not someone there listening
I had heard a story on NPR sometime back, a study that had found that people were increasingly losing the ability to respond to others within dialog, and that conversations were becoming more like two one-sided lectures, where participants were simply talking at eachother. I noticed this in myself, in the blogs we read, and in everyday communcation. I envisioned a man at a dinner party, craving someone to actually hold a conversation with, but everyone else there is simply talking at eachother.
Panic
The walls are dynamos crushing my brain The world outside myself is tearing me away Inside my iron will I must escape, clinging to the rooftops for fear of loosing hold The lucid dream of daytime pulls my thoughts into its fingers the gentle lips of sunlight smile, the paper flowers fly the world is kind my floating mind is spinning fast in circles but now the drums are pounding, pounding in the sky The sound of every voice heard in the rain becomes the screaming fires of a train the ringing of a bell, like sirens deep in hell crushing grains of sand within my mind I see the throngs of people passing by me as I wander the alleyways and cloudy days float by and lead me on my mind is calm the soothing balm of daily medication I feel the sweet elation dancing in my head. I ignite a flame inside, the panic fades away like ghosts of yesterday as music starts to play The storm has fled away from view; the world ceases its shaking I feel the shell dissolving as the spider leaves her lair the dark umbrella fades away; my face can feel the sunlight but now my heart is breathing, breathing in the air
Dangerous
You want to be special, to be different maybe you think that you already are yes, you are a genius just stuck in clouds of indecision but even then, we're wiser by far We stand here now for your listening pleasure but we could always kill you, in the space before the coming measure we could be dangerous if we wanted to we could be dangerous if we wanted to You look up on stage and think, "just who are they?" just two awesome musicians just staring your way. "I think I'll steal their stuff, when they're backs are turned" but we're not so innocent, just try it, and you'll get burned you may think we're joking, just being tongue and cheek but if you mess with us, you're future may be bleak 'cuz we could be dangerous if we wanted to we could be dangerous if we wanted to, if we wanted to yes we could be dangerous if we wanted to we could be dangerous if we wanted to, if we wanted to
I was screwing around on my bass when we came up with this one. It's tough-sounding to the max, with an awkward 80s flare.
412-A
I awaken to the brand new age we stare in awe to find our only sun is gone Where do we belong? Where do we really belong? Where do we belong? I realize we need to leave earth behind and welcome the day when we arrive at 412-A. Nine months working every day on the ark that will carry us away no time to worry or care or think of what awaits me there now that my work is done my thoughts turn toward our dieing sun my heart goes out to the lonely ones who have to remain they remain the ones that remain they remain... My life spent each and every year with the earth that will slowly disappear in the minds eye of everyone who flies to this new glowing sun I'll live my final days writing words to be carried away my heart lives on with the thoughtful ones who choose to remain I remain and so, we remain I remain! Where do we belong? Where do we really belong? Where do we belong? You will remember me you listen to the radio my words will set us free long after we are gone I'll make sure it's not the last time everyone remembers before we'll both help keep the faith we'll make sure that what we once had lives on I need to walk away my place is now out there I understand the words you say although I leave tomorrow our time on earth is borrowed my mind is filled with sorrow and though I'm sad, we'll make sure what we once had lives on and on...
This sci-fi story is sort of the overture or summery of a rock opera/concept album. The events take place in the near future, following the discovery that the sun is quickly dieing, and humanity must find a new home. The story centers around a young woman astronomer who happens to find the first habitable planet orbitting the binary star system 412-A. After paving the way for a mass exodus, she aids in the construction of a giant colony ship. Her brother, on the other hand, is a prominant journalist, naturalist, and poet. He becomes concerned that in the haste of leaving, humanity will lose it's earth-bound history. He rejects the opportunity to travel on the colony ship in order to stay behind, and continue to transmit radio broadcasts. The sibling's ideas conflict, but also resonate as both attempt to convey their feelings to eachother and do what they can to ensure the best for the human race.
This song is a massive undertaking, pulling out all the stops, drawing from my progmetal roots, mixed with some inspiration from techno, industrial, even shoe-gazer rock. We've actually performed this one live, of all things, with our friend Pat Webb on electric violin.