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I Never Was Abel
04:18
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Mother would tell me what I should do
Mother would tell me what I should be, said nothing comes free
Father wanted me to go and play football
Father wanted me to work from the cradle ever since I was able
Out of the darkness and into the quiet
Out of the darkness and into the day
Out of the darkness and into the silence
Out of the darkness and into the fray
Mother was crying about what a man said
Mother was crying, the fault was all me, nothing comes free
Father came home late, smelling of red wine
Father came home late, said I was his Abel, now where was his Cain
Out of the darkness and into the quiet
Out of the darkness and into the day
Out of the darkness and into the silence
Out of the darkness and into the fray
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2. |
This is the Place
03:04
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This is the place where we were always alone together
Slowly falling into the nether
Who would pull us back?
This is the place where they told us we were different
You said you couldn't help it
I was ready to crack
This is the place where we were taught to talk in clichés
You getting hidden away
Me getting ready for the change to come
This is the place where they told us how we should be
And as far as they could see,
We'd never be quite right
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No Lazarus
05:25
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When the shots rang out and the shells tumbled down
All splayed out like Pollocks on the ground
Cold linoleum tiles, well they used to be white
I didn't used to be like this, either
This isn't what I wanted
And I do need you here
But you're no Lazarus
Not sure who I was
Talking to any more
Bad news comes
And when it rains, it pours
I can see your reflection in the shimmering pool
Like a match in kerosene
This isn't what I wanted
And I do need you here
But you're no Lazarus
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4. |
Sixteen
04:12
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Sixteen years trapped beside the ghost that you left
Your ashes don't stem the tide of the oceans they wept
Sixteen years lonely and sixteen years lost
You
Left as a victim but taking the blame
Abandoned interim and mired by disdain
Discarded and derelict, hated and shamed
Sixteen years lonely and sixteen years lost
You
I can't repent for what I never did
But I'll give them something they'll never forgive...
You
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5. |
We Are Few
02:28
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Half-full bottles of Clozapine gaining dust inside your cabinets
The wind and snow outside, too bare and honest for my palate
We stay inside, we each just speak when spoken to
The warning signs are many, we are few
The time is coming, one day we shall be reborn
A baptism by fire, we burn at the stings of the swarm
The windows have cracked from the pressure and the ceiling seems to sag
I'd never tell you this, but you're all I want to have
We stay inside, we each just speak when spoken to
The warning signs are many, we are few
The time is coming, one day we shall be reborn
A baptism by fire, we burn at the stings of the swarm
I will hold you as you tear me down
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Winter's Fangs
02:56
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Remember that bridge where the water flows even in winter, covered in snow
And that time we both sat on the handrail, our feet hanging over the flowing hail?
We joked about jumping in the stream
You said that, no matter what, you'd catch me
But lately I'm not sure I want you to
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7. |
Cosmic Irony
04:46
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The moon was shining on the lake like a firefly trapped in a jar
Such a windless night and the water was perfectly, perfectly still
But it rippled and frothed as I took all I could take
Engine revs and we peel out, leaving dual muddy streaks behind
Jars and jugs of bottled moonlight
In the back of a car and not in my mind
What cosmic sense of irony
What a case of timing gone wrong
When the moment I need you
Is the moment you're gone
Consuming the jugs at a frantic pace, basking in their glow
You held my hand tight as inside swelled the light
Like we both were about to explode
What cosmic sense of irony
What a case of timing gone wrong
When the moment I need you
Is the moment you're gone
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8. |
Bright Red Saturday
03:34
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It was a bright red Saturday and the sun bled down upon us
The cars still ran the same, like nothing at all's different,
But you.
No one seemed to look my way-they pretended to know nothing
But they all thought I was to blame,
That it's my fault that the one thing that I had, the only thing I needed, is gone.
So why do I feel
Like it's my fault that you're gone?
Sun fades behind a foggy gray, people whispered in their houses
Just another thing to say, and if it's just gossip,
Then why do I feel
Like it's my fault that you're gone?
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9. |
Who We Are
05:21
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Stars glaring down like malevolent eyes
You're babbling nonsense, but so am I
It could be shock, or it could be who we are
Anything and everything's a welcome distraction
As long as we have something to prevent interaction for just a little bit longer
We are running out of time
Lines humming with power hanging overhead
Even I wish it had been me instead.
Let the sun come up, let the light destroy us
Meaningless words moving out of view for sacred geometry scrawled on the floor
You offer to hold me
I don't even want to know you any more
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10. |
I Am Coming Home
02:29
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Tearing apart by my seams again
Scratching my arms and my cheeks again
Fighting to keep up, to stay up
We all fall down
You're ripping yourself into shreds again
Sweating out all of your meds again
Taking whatever you can,
Well i guess it'll do
We've been waiting here in the cold for as long as I can remember
But the fire's warm and we'll be fine
But now there's nothing more than embers
I'm thinking about what they said again
The throbbing comes back to my head again
I am a vengeful bag of bones
I am coming home
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11. |
I'm In Love With You
03:09
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I will wake up cold and hungry
You'll wake up alone
The devils in your conscience try to rid me from your bones
But they'll never get through
I'm in love with you
Rain will smudge the window panes
Cars will skid across the highway
Double yellow lines become stained red as we drive by
Way down south, letting our true selves out
But they'll never get through
I'm in love with you
Parked outside a liquor store
Look for signs of life
Wilted flowers crack teh pavement, sun shines far too bright
Fading my clothes
Burning my skin
Found my way "home" to my family and "friends"
But I can't let them get through
They will never get to you
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12. |
Fear in our Eyes
04:43
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The whole room shook as they took us by surprise
Strength in their numbers and fear in our eyes
Flames dancing at the tips of our fingers
To the tune of soft piano and Canadian singers
Lights twisted in the parking lot around us
A sea of blue and red and white started to surround us
Beyond that, not much else to see
I don't know about you, but almost nothing's left of me
Cried out in panic-I was surprised that you didn't
Felt like forever 'till they managed to end it
Cold concrete made contact as my face bruised the floor
Vantage point as tens of shoes ran out the door
Someone was shouting to help everyone along
I know what I did
And I know what I did was wrong.
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Nigel A. Wilson Los Angeles, California
Made out of Crystals.
Nigel A. Wilson is a writer, keyboardist, and singer. Contorting the past and
futures of characters of his creation, he insists upon the long-form art of concept albums, weaving stories and sounds like silk from a spool. His tales of destruction and salvation thrive in allusion, a smoke-and-mirrors illusion of rock as opera.
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