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Putting the Foot Down
03:23
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So I've got lessons to learn
My pages aren't all filled out
And I doubt
I'm a picture recording machine
Without the film you see
I'm a picturing thing
The pictures were never meant eternally
My body is not a cage
But the vessel of drama I stage
I let out
Beauty flows out from the soul
Though its nowhere at all
It's in and out
It's in the air and in the heart
So I've got something to say
But my teeth are all falling out
I won't doubt
That though I've known many breaking things
I'll see them break
The breaking is just a part of saying things
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Visions
05:57
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The maps I see getting closer scare me
The maps are getting closer
And all they do is leave me beneath
And the weight I cannot take
And this thing I wake to everyday it leaves...
It leaves a scar upon my imagination
Though the colors swell, not into me
And the future lacks imagination
To bind me
Softly singing secret dreams so sweet, darkly leaning
Wholly being, darkly leaning on the open steps the door is kept wide open
Ordered pairs of coming stairs, divergent paths to fair me well or ill
So much startling revelation
And still to come, and so much more, and so much more
The future waits like everyday
The world it takes like everything
Unfolding revelations
Beautifully mysterious waking dreams
Leading to so many beautiful, mysterious, mirage-like endings
Endings so stupid they seem to mean exactly nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing is as it seems
Dreams gleam so beautifully
As rows of chance steal upon thee
Where flags fly so ever high and I dream to meet them
Salutations! I surrender!
A call
A call to honor
A call of duty to honor
So sings the beautifully mysterious chorus lead
To the tune we creep with every dream we see
(They are) Roots dripping, so succulently
(Down to death) They call us forth (they lead) to songs receding
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War
04:50
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War in my belly, war in my brain
I am like some kind of mushroom to feel this way
My roots go down into the earth and swell their veins
In the forest a lithe hunter, the cell that invades
They are me and my hunger wars at them
I seek to fill myself as everything does the same
As I grow outwards, a fire spreading
In the shade I will linger, resting from the sun
The stare of heavens couldn't move me, move me to be born
I reach inside my gut to leak the foam of war
I'm steeled and ready, a pregnant warrior
Grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow
I'd like to think we grow together
Like so many threads woven strong
And I feel like the weakest one
When I decompose the soil
War in the earth, war of the heart
Is it our nature to war, to war and war apart
From all the pretty things we claim to want to be
So I ask you...
For whom do you bleed?
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