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The Wellspring

by Nigel A. Wilson

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
No Lazarus 05:25
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
4.
Sixteen 04:12
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
5.
We Are Few 02:28
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
6.
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
7.
Cosmic Irony 04:46
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
8.
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?
9.
Who We Are 05:21
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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
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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Songs with meaning, songs with a story. Piece it together, see what it means to you.
Tantalus, Tantalus, how could you be so foolish?

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released October 16, 2012

Written and performed by Nigel A. Wilson
Some guitars, most backing vocals, and all electronic drums by Curt Wilson
Acoustic drums by M. B. Gordy
Bass on track 2, 5, 10 by Joe Allegretto
Background vocals and whistling on track 3 by Athena Wilson

Produced by Curt Wilson and Nigel A. Wilson
Artwork by Chelsea Webb

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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. ... more

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