1. |
Alchemy
03:44
|
|||
I stopped by your party just to make a show of letting go
and give a little comfort to the enemy
and that old radio was playing that new song that everybody loves
except for me
so I slipped out to the balcony
to practice a little alchemy
and try to turn my heart back into gold.
I guess I thought, eventually
someone would come outside with me
but I'm just blowing smoke and getting cold.
I saw a child's drawing in chalk, half-erased on the sidewalk
and wondered what it was supposed to be
but I wouldn't want to look the artist in the eye
or he might start to see the things that I can see
I want a formula for saving souls
I'll keep on mixing up chemicals
and one of these days I'll get it right
but in the meantime
I don't need the light of heaven shining in my eyes
I just need a little halo for the night
just a little halo...
So until those stars look right to me
I'll keep practicing my alchemy
and try to turn this heart back into gold.
I still hope, eventually, someone will come outside with me
but I'm just blowing smoke and getting cold.
It's getting cold.
|
||||
2. |
Smoke and Mirrors
03:52
|
|||
I've been staying up too late
trying to right some perceived wrong
and now my head feels thick and heavy.
It's getting hard to drag these words along.
But I need sleep deprivation
I need alpha-wave intrusion
I need magical thinking
because I lost all my old illusions
Oh, love is a bad word
because we don't all agree on what it means
There were rumors of a fire,
unsubstantiated claims.
Now that all the smoke is gone, only the mirror remains.
I keep finding this residue on all of my things
no matter how many times I clean.
It's masking all familiar scents.
It's clogging the works of all my old machines
and I still wonder who's at fault.
I want to know whom I should blame.
I don't know how to keep score
but I want to win this game.
Light a camera
shrink this sunrise down to something you can control.
Make a copy of a face, but you still can't keep the soul
and I still trip over the strings that I attached to all these things
that I once thought would make me whole.
Oh, and it's still a mad world
'cause we just can't all agree on what it should be.
Yeah, but history, it never changes.
It just keeps getting harder to explain
and after all the smoke is gone, only the mirror will remain.
|
||||
3. |
Reaching for the Sunset
04:26
|
|||
Oh, how we long to hear a voice in all the noise
and we keep trying to turn the static into words
staring out of tinted windows
watching patterns in the passing crowd
and waiting for a picture to emerge
Maybe now the time has come
to reform and refine
these old, outdated designs.
We keep on reaching for the sunset
but it fades every time
and I'm tired of acting surprised.
Now we're a world of broken hearts
and no one even tries to stop the bleeding where it starts
and then our feelings turn against us
and they all keep leading back to the same place
until we can't tell them apart.
|
||||
4. |
Long Ride
04:01
|
|||
We don't like when the stars aren't aligned right where we find them
we choose one sun and we stare
you were right when you said that I got careless and was blinded
for a moment I thought we were almost there
but I'd better tell you now, it's gonna be a long ride
that star we're chasing is so far away
but I'll keep pushing toward the speed of light
until I see those colors start to change
I won't try to get back anything you might have borrowed
I close my eyes and let go
When you find that this work won't pay off until tomorrow
You'll wish you'd started long ago
but I've got to tell you now, it's gonna be a long ride
that star you're chasing is so far away
but just keep pushing toward the speed of light
until you see those colors start to change
and aren't we just making this all up as we go?
racing to finish a game whose rules we don't know
and now I want to believe that somewhere there was a sign
that love's not blind
but I can tell, it's gonna be a long ride
that star I'm chasing still looks so far away
I guess I'll just keep pushing toward the speed of light
until I see those colors start to change
|
||||
5. |
Custom Stationery
03:21
|
|||
We keep running back to these lonely places
where words exist just to fill up spaces
oh well, just put them in a brown manila envelope
"To whom it may concern"
But where's my heart, if it ain't in this?
Sometimes I wonder where it goes
but I guess no one ever knows.
Oh, when you still believed
sometimes your honesty would scare me
written in your own hand
on custom stationery.
So where's your heart, if it ain't in this no more?
No one ever wants to let go.
Sometimes it's the only way to know.
So if you get this note, respond in kind.
As long as it is real I will not mind.
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Dan Martinelli, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp