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Journal of Retreat

Soft Contact

when I woke up to this feeling
i felt soaked in my bones like I'd never planned to be lonely
i just need somebody to hear this favor for me

what's it done for me?
what's it done for me?
what's it done for me?

then i cast out all of these notions
is this the first of many years alone?
or what's to come? the soft contact?
will I compromise this indifference?

any claims to the stars
can't be taken with ours and matched with
smoke from an empty bar

what's it done for me?
what's it done for me?
what's it done for me?

Let's Try It

so who's to blame?

we're asking for a change but we're not getting anywhere today

not with this rain

not with this narrow lack of faith

defeat the darkest side of grey

commit to doom- you might as well assume

your life's no better, your love's an empty womb

so if you think we'll get away with it

all we've got to do is pray for it

weren't we talking about being really something worth explaining?

so if you think we'll get away with it

all we've got to do is pray for it

And After

they'll lead sad and expensive lives,
find truth in one another's eyes
extensive lies run deep than my imagination
the fear creates the threat, my love
a victim of the modern age

resist this slow momentum
before (and after) it eats you and all your friends alive
once and for all

dreams will rise to the fallout lines
the drawn out stakes that we've replaced
fools don't cry for accepting why
we live as if we never asked the question

resist this slow momentum
before (and after) it eats you and all your friends alive
once and for all

Danger's Hollow

evil eye, where are you?

your threats mean nothing in danger's hollow

so we're not going there no more, no no

it's not for us or anyone with design in their minds

winners, like winners

been countin' through with fingertips

like newspapers sold on skid row

you've been living like a phantom

what a production, what a show;

it's unbelievable!

winners, like winners

we'd like to believe that you are a queen

Dodger

the record skips on a travellin' tune

makes me feel like I don't know what to do

our bodies claim the dark distress

and last week was a mess

well was it better than the rest, dear?

my fingers guide the needle back

but once you're off the tracks...

DODGER, you come on strong

you're half surprises and one half gone

our summer/talent washed away from day to day to day

with neon eyes to grey

but we're dancing all the same

conversations steal the stage

but soon a drifter gets his way

on a microphone or a DJ's case

we're not bowing to the state

cos we're deflecting soviet hate

we like the noise so we stay up late

So Much for the Secret

blank puzzle, nine pieces
three hearts were buried underneath
no concept, ill emotion
the boroughs were blanketed with sound

and if we even tried, we wouldn't find out why
so much for the secret
and all we ever knew was just a book to you

found the time to hold up your glass of wine

you'll try, you'll find

everything we see, believe, conceive,

where we all agree

the right pocket to discover and recover islands from the blue
in a cottage in the country, you learn something from your solitude

but I hate it when I need it, so I keep a secret
and I could never claim pure providence, this confidence

it takes patience to hear a story

the books beneath the bed

it takes courage to speak with royal blood

we are slightly accelerating

Dream States

the story's changed, but you're on my side

I can't defend or stop asking why

miracles will happen, leisure has arrived

that's how we go 'round here

wonder, what will become?

insignificant trials are won

but any road would have you believe that

it's a wonder to stop make-believin'

that's how we go 'round here

I've reached a point

I'm not sure what I need

with you came a curse through a blessing

Give It A Name

Only when I wanted would I ask for, would I pray to
I would call out to a spectre

but why must the most unfamiliar be the most unoriginal too?

I had only the vaguest ideas of what I was doing, or what I had started
but a child understands the traditions at hand

I have only myself to blame now
to give it a name, how?

I can argue both sides with a pen or a knife

you can't just depend on the land
you can't just rely on a man
you can't just depend on the land
you can't just rely on a man

fascination overcome
fascination overcome

Car Crash Headline

I arrive on holiday, you believe it's something else

what were my opinions, 2 years and it's hard to tell

afternoon has taken everybody else by storm

but darkness will invite us, lead us to the ocean floor

oh it looks like trouble, looks can kill me

an order of abominations

looks like trouble, looks can kill me

should've believed her, boy, should've believed her, boy

far away the family glows burning up in retail fire

the thought of books that tell me, tell me how to waste my time

car crash headline

The Afterlife is A Slideshow

I've been setup, configured, bound to be disappointed

The way that things are going- I'll be put to sleep

I'm off to sea again

You stay at your house and I'll build up my palace

It's not a promise to defend a lady's honour

It's a travesty!

If only it was easy to say "I did it just to be contrary"

Just to fall astray from the notion of why traditions stand tall

Apologies, my biology's grown cold

but I'm spinnin, I'm spinnin on monorail in a slideshow

Flocking Disaster

a tidal wave, a burst of flames
a blinding light will lead the way

darkness found across the sound
a cold you can't imagine now has thwarted power

the noise just came across our lane
it's louder now, but silence can't explain where we are- it only breaks us down

my people are flocking disaster
my people are flocking disaster

newsman said we've filled our heads
the lines he writes so easily misread

we choke to sing thru everything
and expectations of happy endings

ask where we are cos science breaks us down

my people are flocking disaster
my people are flocking disaster

the car's gone dead
the radio's off
we better run
we better run

at least we think we're getting somewhere
it's given us a reason
at least we think we're getting somewhere
we'll never set foot alone again

Domino Destroy

wherein you present the facts,

where are you when time attacks?

unexpected

you create essential noise

for ghosts of little girls and boys

the season's wearin' down on my soul

blackmail every audience, alternate the consequence

remember childhood often

titles still retain meaning if they still remain

the season's wearin' down on my soul

at a speed I can't conceive

domino destroy what's left

spring and summer, all you wanted

can I turn it off?

Contrary EP

Soft Contact

TOSABESATOCH

you came at me like a question

built like an old LP record

when life staggered out of sight,

you came running to meet me in the mountains

the cabins down below-

they have never seen their heaven touch the trees,

their heaven touch the treetops

blindside, we never made it

blue-eyed, a favor traded

now I know my boundaries better

ever since we listened together

to a one-word rhyme, an echo and a chime

between the chimneytop and the mountain Rock

it's a crime to be sleeping

it's a crime to be sleeping through

Stay In Touch

thought you were a lost cause

caught wayward in the fray

but then a diamond bright resolution shined

and now we found our way

a criminal distraction has led you to believe

I know you've got a lot of information

hanging around your head

but that doesn't excuse this mess

this quiet town revenge allowed

parted ways on frozen ground

if there's a chance, pass on romance

leave our fate to circumstance

when I'm around, there's common ground

though you can't commit the moment I leave town

devote yourself the greatest wealth

keep your word- remember how it felt

a preacher in another life

a killer in the next

you walked too far behind for us to stay in touch

stay in touch

Rolling Hills, Rolling Eyes

for this to work, we'll carry on as strangers

through rolling hills and roaring hearts

resist the urge to fuck your way to freedom

the great unsaid will be your end

I'd like to see the falling of the leaves

yeah maybe the trees can follow

the years have passed without you even knowing

the empty frames, the art gone all wrong

Disaster Stories

Heroes Turned to Whores

find me inside
I tried my best to understand
identify the faith that you have turned to sand
locked me inside
is this a history you'll die for?
kids asking why their heroes always turn to whores

but for now they'll pray, they'll kneel, they'll say
"we're banking on a secret story"

don't jump the gun!

I long for a sign
my education cannot fail
years to realize my youth was taken to and jailed
find me inside
behind the veil, a wink and a nod
kept it inside

you made those kids hate god

Saint + Soldiers

took a picture of your car
the paper's said you've come so far
gascan, dashboard
the library's on fire

you've come to settle the score
NYC's a city that wants more from you

I met a man who spoke with God
but I never even understood the man

but better times will find you
and you've got no right to think your daughter might forget your life
giving in is easy, but then they'll think they've won
they'll say "it's the only thing he's ever done"

they don't mind to question your taste
they can't see your art is cut and paste
your legacy is hereby laid to waste

and families rarely find the song
and you know the songs don't last for long

it's when I make these islands disappear
you'll know the saints are coming here

but better times could find you
if you think you might
forget the day that robbed you of your life
the royalty believes that the years are far between
the saints and soldiers worshipping the queen

Join the Light

out of reach now, out of reach now

gone into a pattern that slips away

forgetting real for getting lost

sucked into a hole that's speaking your own thought

the girl we tried to understand

has fallen down beside herself

she's writing her reality

and trading verse for honey tea

offer one or two

it's warm outside

let's join the light

now there's a switchboard running beneath the dunes

so families shield their eyes from the ruins

has the situation come too soon?

to make us see our love for the gloom

The Laugh Track

a suitor's got his eyes on you
now you feel you've got to do something too
doesn't matter if you think its true
cos his aim is true, but it's not you

and though it doesn't feel right,
you know you've got worse ones coming after you
and you've got to be in bed by 3
but it's well past that now,
and he just won't slow down

doesn't seem to be the type of man
who gives a thought to writing out a lengthy plan
but now you're going hand in hand
you think you'll start to see, you'll understand

how you've gone so far so long

and though it doesn't feel right,
his bedroom was a mess,
but you still shut off your phone
cos you do what you're told
because you never liked to be alone

it's just a shame
the laugh track fades

On A City

don't be a certain- fall behind with your footsteps
try not to make them align

cos when you find you can't decide,
you've gone too far with what you've got

now if you relax, take a yellow,
take this paint off my face and wait

place it on a mask
you can haunt your own dreams
and show us what the fear is all about

we'll find shelter, we'll make homes
we'll build houses from our bones
our very own bones

cos when you're tired and on the wire,
you've gone too far with what you've got

place it on a mask, it'll age a hundred years
only to be left on a city bus

sleep, run away,
you won't know if you go with the demons that fall on your shoulder
but don't give them away,
they're beside every point that you wanted to make
worried, and why?
for the sake of a feeling you can't help but feeling is lost

Others

Emery's Exile

I want to look like a sailor raised drunk and a hopeful captain
eyes to the bow with an open heart bleeding into the sea
bled sea anemone

but I look just like my mother's father in technicolor
but I feel like some forgotten figure in faded pictures

I only hear the odd story of a wartorn hero maladjusted
not one clue to the tragic end
nor can I expect to ask + receive
what matters now, this information is raging

but I look just like my mother's father in technicolor
but I feel like some forgotten figure in faded pictures

Ruby Diamond

of all the things that I can't afford

I think we'd agree that most were a bore

the tired antics carried onshore

after they were thrown overboard

I finally found some warmth in this hole

you just gotta keep your sparks in control

and make em work for you, cos proof aint gonna do

no, no, darlin', not to a believer!

oh we were caught staring at the sun

i'm using you cos you've got a knack

for striking a deal, not holding me back

and in the worst case, we'll break even

not a scar or a ticket stub

oh we were caught staring at the sun

I get sentimental with a sigh

but it's not complicated

I'm just diggin' for treasure

a ruby diamond

Dreams of Increase

don't feel natural here

waitin for a sea to appear

and open up this great divide,

American and blue-eyed

hey kid, look at what you did

don't feel natural here

so I exit without a cheer

"who's ungrateful for a home?"

a wanderer did moan

won't feel natural here

even if you were to appear

and open up this flatland tide

American and cross-eyed

hey kid, look at what you did

One of Those Concerned

the facts from which I fall

in every conversation I cannot recall

I'm one of those concerned

and everything I've learned pulled from a script or from a page

they have made a curious display

the maps and the memories,

on the road to recovery

why would we do such a thing?

another man's connections but I feel no guilt at heart

I've laid the best intentions

I'll start my very own, recall what I've been shown

pushed through a disconnect with youth

a simple rage, it always stays the same

Base Camp

all the kids get high from the calories and they want to be heard

in every dream a heartache waits to teach you of your worth,

to tear you from this Earth

just listen to their argument, they're somewhere in between

"don't make any fast moves" and the point of retreat

we want to make a scene and rise above the cold wind blowin'

base camp to me: what do you see?

no matter what the consequence, they aim to resolve

we can't let them infect our minds with talk of right and wrong

we want to make a scene and rise above the cold wind blowin'

base camp to me: what do you see?

it's not that it's ingenuine, it's not that it's untrue

it's not that it's ingenuine, cos it sounds so pretty

all the kids get high from the calories and they want to be heard

I've managed half my life like this, still you think that there's no cure

we want to make a scene and rise above the cold wind blowin'

base camp to me: what do you see?