Bryan Nelson
Beautiful music. Good luck with your van!
Favorite track: Monolithia.
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Monolithia
04:25
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Were we the lucky ones?
Born under fading star
Ancient history, under microscope;
survivors of a war
Did the beauty die
When we got wise
To the skull under the skin?
Did we cheat our hearts
to see the parts
of the world we’re living in?
That unsightly skeleton
Are we the aging bones and unkept promises in the shadow of The Monolith?
Are we fleeting thoughts and fading fingerprints in the shadow of The Monolith?
When the notes they sang
turned in to .wavs,
did your opera disappear?
When the poets verse is parsed back to words
it’s just syllables we hear
and it’s what we’d always feared
That we could see the paint, not what the picture is, in the shadow of The Monolith
Do we love the prism, though the rainbow’s dead, in the shadow of The Monolith?
Is it all the same, in the modern age?
Are we fleeting thoughts and fading fingerprints in the shadow of The Monolith?
Are we aging bones and unkept promises, hiding in our insignificance?
In the shadow if The Monolith
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Iron Boat
04:40
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When I was young I knew a boy, who only loved what he destroyed. He found a toy, that I watched him make his own. It was an iron boat. It sailed the backyard coast-to-coast, but what he loved the most was what he let inside. Cause when the rats get in… through the bowels of the ship, spread their sin, to the hopeful cries of hopeless men who sailed the rising sea.
I started running, love. From the tide, I wasn’t fast enough, searching for a place that I could hide. I was needy, dear, reaching out for what was near, and holding on to what was left to hold. And I got stranded to the braches and the thorns that grew away from you, and the air up here is thin and it’s the same old view of rising seas and iron boats.
And I’m barely breathing, ma. Up here, I’m barely breathing, ma. But I’m still breathing, ma; please know I’m not alone. Yeah, we’re still breathing, our hands all tired and bleeding
and we’re high enough that there’s no way to let go.
Now I’m screaming, “love,” in a thousand other voices scared to face the fall, from the heights that we had reached when we were scared and young, and on the run from an iron boat.
On disappearing coasts: in frightened masses, we hold each other close, as we’re all swallowed by a sea of rats on iron boats.
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The Ruins
04:53
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We learned how to swim
Every hour a study in chemistry
We were cowards
We learned to swim
Of course, that was way back when
In the lean years, when you could trust your friends
Thieves were thicker then
God, thieves were thicker then
That should have been the end
But I don’t blame you that you had to try
To make me your alibi
I’m just confused to why
Why it’s so hard to hold my tongue
I guess my daddy IS still the general’s kid
Same way I’m still his
That’s probably what it is
So here’s the view of the ruins
Prove to you, we didn’t know what we were doing
And a city raised around the temples we burned to the ground
All those words of blame
We find to make up for mistakes we made
And beg our dues be paid
We pray our dies be paid
Here’s the view of the ruins
Proof to you we never knew what we doing
And a city raised around the temples we razed to the ground
All that’s left of our past
Solemn, sad artifacts
Felt ribbons
And photographs of the years we learned to swim
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