Music
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Album 1
We recorded and produced Album 1, our debut album, in do-it-ourselves-80%-perfect fashion at Herb Studios, Mt Eden, Auckland, New Zealand (aka Alex's flat) in 2020 and released it on 2020-12-21. All music on the album is copyrighted under CC BY-NC 4.0 by Kate Riegle van West and Alex Raichev, as well as the lyrics for "Your Friends, They May All Be Dead", "It Should Probably Be Now", "Spider's Song", and "What's Ours is Ours". We also made the album art, which is also copyrighted under CC BY-NC 4.0.

You can listen to the entire album here with the audio player below, which, once started, will continue to the next track on the list. You can also download the music and artwork.
- Come unto These Yellow Sands 𝄌 lyrics
- To His Coy Mistress 𝄌 lyrics
- Your Friends, They May All Be Dead 𝄌 lyrics
- My Papa's Waltz 𝄌 lyrics
- It Should Probably Be Now 𝄌 lyrics
- The Freaks at Spurgin Road Field 𝄌 lyrics
- A Dream 𝄌 lyrics
- Mr. Flood's Party 𝄌 lyrics
- The Fly 𝄌 lyrics
- Long Live the Weeds 𝄌 lyrics
- Spider's Song 𝄌 lyrics
- My Mistress' Eyes 𝄌 lyrics
- What's Ours Is Ours 𝄌 lyrics
Album 2
We recorded and produced Album 2 in do-it-ourselves-80%-perfect fashion at Herb Studios, Mt Eden, Auckland, New Zealand (aka Alex's flat) in 2021 and released it on 2021-09-23. All music on the album is copyrighted under CC BY-NC 4.0 by Kate Riegle van West and Alex Raichev, as well as the lyrics for "Nothing to Do with Your Name", "Stop Motion", and "Good Advice That Just Hasn't Worked Out Yet". Our friend Helena Teichrib made the beautiful album art, which is also copyrighted under CC BY-NC 4.0.
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You can listen to the entire album here with the audio player below, which, once started, will continue to the next track on the list. You can also download the music and artwork.
- The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd 𝄌 lyrics
- The Second Coming 𝄌 lyrics
- A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 𝄌 lyrics
- Nothing to Do with Your Name 𝄌 lyrics
- Stop Motion 𝄌 lyrics
- If Everything Happens That Can't Be Done 𝄌 lyrics
- Down by the Salley Gardens 𝄌 lyrics
- Song of the Master and Boatswain 𝄌 lyrics
- A Poison Tree 𝄌 lyrics
- The Gallows 𝄌 lyrics
- Good Advice That Just Hasn't Worked Out Yet 𝄌 lyrics
- What Is Our Life? 𝄌 lyrics
- Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam 𝄌 lyrics
Singles
Songs looking for an album. The music here is also home-recorded and copyrighted under CC BY-NC 4.0.
- Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town 𝄌 lyrics 𝄌 2021-12-22
- Miniver Cheevey 𝄌 lyrics 𝄌 2022-06-21
- Fern Hill 𝄌 lyrics 𝄌 2022-09-23
- Green Grow the Rashes 𝄌 lyrics 𝄌 2022-12-21
Lyrics
A Dream
Excerpted from "A Dream" by William BlakeOnce a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: "Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me."Back to tracklist
Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town
Adapted from "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town" by E. E. Cummings.anyone lived in pretty how town (up floating many bells down) spring summer fall winter he sang he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their ain't they reaped their same sun moon stars and rain children guessed(but only a few and down forgot as up they grew fall winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more tree by leaf someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance said their nevers they slept their dream laughed their cryings and did their dance one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss) busy folk buried them side by side all by all and deep by deep they dream their sleepBack to tracklist
A Poison Tree
Excerpted from "A Poison Tree" by William BlakeI was angry with my friend; Told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: Told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. (twice) And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree. My friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end, my wrath did end My foe I told it not, my wrath did grow, my wrath did grow In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree.Back to tracklist
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
Excerpted from "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John DonneAs virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No: So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.Back to tracklist
Come Unto These Yellow Sands
Excerpted from "Come Unto These Yellow Sands" By William ShakespeareCome unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark. Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanti-- The strain of strutting chanticleerBack to tracklist
Down by the Salley Gardens
Lyrics excerpted from "Down by the Salley Gardens" and "The Coming of Wisdom with Time", both by William Butler Yeats.Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.Back to tracklist
Fern Hill
Adapted from "Fern Hill" by Dylan ThomasNow as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves In the sun born over, over and over, I ran Time held me green and dying, dying I sang (twice) And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy (four times)Back to tracklist
Good Advice That Just Hasn't Worked Out Yet
When the sun don't shine If you look inside your mind, then you you will see, you will see what you've been looking for. And if you take your time once you get inside, then you you will see, you will see what you've been looking for And I've been here all day But I’ve been 7000 miles away away miles away Searching for searching for What was already in my head I could stare you down, lower down the tent sides, past the sunrise Sight and sound to dust And my lust as that bus just pulled away from us and I was left, I was left On the path that I'm on now I am doing all that I can Oh oh, oh oh And when luck comes I’ll grab her hand Oh oh, oh ohBack to tracklist
Green Grow the Rashes
Lyrics from "Green Grow the Rashes" by Robert BurnsGreen grow the rashes*, O rushes Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O There's nought but care on ev'ry han' In every hour that passes, O What signifies the life o' man An' 'twere na* for the lasses, O not The war'ly* race may riches chase worldly An' riches still may fly them, O An' tho' at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O Green grow the rashes, O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O But gie me a cannie* hour at e'en** gentle, evening My arms about my Dearie, O An' warly cares, an' warly men May a' gae tapsalteerie*, O topsy turvy For you sae douse*, ye sneer at this soberly or respectably Ye're nought but senseless asses, O The wisest Man the warl' e'er saw He dearly lov'd the lasses, O Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears Her noblest work she classes, O Her prentice han' she try'd on man An' then she made the lasses, O Green grow the rashes, O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, O Green grow the rashes, O Green grow the rashes, O The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent amang the lasses, OBack to tracklist
If Everything Happens That Can't Be Done
Lyrics excerpted from "If Everything Happens That Can't Be Done" by E. E. Cummings.If Everything Happens That Can't Be Done (and anything's righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost guess (with a run skip around we go yes) there's nothing as something as one one hasn't a why or because or although (and buds know better than books don't grow) one's anything old being everything new (with a what which around we come who) one's everyanything so so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough (and birds sing sweeter than books tell how) so here is away and so your is a my (with a down up around again fly) forever was never till now now i love you and you love me (and books are shuter than books can be) and deep in the high that does nothing but fall (with a shout each around we go all) there's somebody calling who's we we're anything brighter than even the sun (we're everything greater than books might mean) we're everyanything more than believe (with a spin leap alive we're alive) we're wonderful one times oneBack to tracklist
I Knew a Woman
Excerpted from "I Knew a Woman" by Theodore RoethkeI knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay: I'm martyr to a motion not my own; What's freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).Back to tracklist
It Should Probably Be Now
I waited for this day But I didn't see it coming At least not this way. And now that it's here I don't know what to say Or how to feel. Oh oh oh I'm running I'm running away Oh oh oh I'm running I'm running away But you're the one that's moving And I'm the one that's standing still Because my mind was neither here nor there or anywhere in between. And I'm so glad you're finally doing All the things that I hoped you would. I just don't know why You couldn't do them with me. It wasn't meant to be All the time we shared I don't regret a single thing It's not that I don't care It's just time to part our ways Hold on child I'm coming out to play You materialized Like an elven rabbit figment of my Queen of hearts Stuck in the lost hour You know all my alls The meaningfool, meaningfool Nonsense. I waited for this day But I didn't see it coming At least not this way. And now that it's here I don't know what to say Or how to feel. Oh oh oh I'm running I'm running away Oh oh oh I'm running I'm running your way Because you are meant to be here Even though I don't believe in fate It's just the other side of the world is such a perfect place to meet. And I'm so glad we're finally doing All the things that I hoped we would. Word finds and tree climbs and hot chocolate tea times You are the magic It was meant to be. All the time we've shared I don't regret a single thing I will always care In each and every single way.Back to tracklist
Long Live the Weeds
Excerpted from "Long Live the Weeds" and "In a Dark Time" by Theodore RoethkeLong live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! – The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marked by curse, The ugly of the universe. The rough, the wicked, and the wild That keep the spirit undefiled. With these I match my little wit And earn the right to stand or sit, Hope, look, create, or drink and die: These shape the creature that is I. (three times) In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood— A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire! I know the purity of pure despair (three times) Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I? A fallen man, I climb out of my fear. The mind enters itself, and God the mind, And one is One (three times) Free in the tearing wind.Back to tracklist
Miniver Cheevey
Adapted from "Miniver Cheevey" by Edwin Arlington RobinsonMiniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept he was ever born, And he had reasons Reasons, reasons Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of warrior bold Would set him dancing Dancing, dancing Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, on the town, And Art, a vagrant Vagrant, vagrant "Curse this place! It lacks mediaeval grace. This suit i loathe. Dress me in iron clothes! You say, it's not, But i see Camelot." Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one Been one, been one "Curse this place! It lacks mediaeval grace. This suit i loathe. Dress me in iron clothes! You say, it's not, But i see Camelot." Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it 'Bout it, 'bout it Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head, kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, called it fate, And kept on drinking.Back to tracklist
Mr. Flood's Party
Adapted from "Mr. Flood's Party" by Edwin Arlington RobinsonOld Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure, said aloud, For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear: "Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon Again; we may not have many more; The bird is on the wing, the poet says, And you and I have said it here before. Drink to the bird." He raised up to the light The jug he had gone so far to fill, And answered huskily: "Well, Mr. Flood, Since you propose it, I believe I will." Alone, as if enduring to the end A valiant armor of scarred hopes outworn, He stood there in the middle of the road Like Roland's ghost winding a silent horn. "For auld lang syne." The weary throat gave out, The last word wavered, and the song was done. "For auld lang syne." There was not much ahead of him, And nothing in the town below— "For auld lang syne." Where strangers shut the many doors That many friends opened long ago.Back to tracklist
My Mistress' Eyes
Excerpted from "My Mistress' Eyes by William ShakespeareMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know Music hath a far more pleasing sound; When she walks, she treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.Back to tracklist
My Papa’s Waltz
Excerpted from "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore RoethkeThe whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed You beat time on my head Still clinging to your shirt. Then waltzed me off to bedBack to tracklist
Nothing to Do with Your Name
We used to ponder the big world I know I know you know We used to paint the white walls over I know I know you know We used to sit and watch the snow fall I know I know you know We used to feel the train outside our window I know I know you know We used to pull the artificial stars close Like only we knew how to Bending fiber optic light like two black holes I know I know you know And I showed up holding on to my front tire and my dreams and breath as I stood on The edge of that bridge just exhaling my desire to go Ooooooonnnnnnn Ooooooonnnnnnn We used to burn the moon on dale street I know I know you know Planting weeping willow seeds in our bare feet I know I know you know We used to step right across that creek I know I know you know Thaddeus and thistle brother sister melodies I know I know you know We held on like icicle regrets just dripping away We held on like icicle regrets just dripping away We held on like icicle regrets just dripping away We held on like icicle regrets just dripping awayBack to tracklist
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Excerpted from "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" by Edward FitzgeraldLXIV Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. LXV The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd. LXVI I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:" LXVII Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire. LXVIII We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; LXIX But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. LXXI The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. LXXII And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help--for It As impotently moves as you or I.Back to tracklist
Song of the Master and Boatswain
By W. H. Auden but with the first line changedAt Manky Matt's and Sloppy Jen's We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some, alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms to me but I Refused to step inside; I was not looking for a cage In which to mope my old age. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.Back to tracklist
Spider's Song
Don't you fret your ears Because we're not going So very far away And even if we were To travel across the sea You'd be there with me And you stay floating for hours and hours and hours and hours and You stay floating right by my side with your prowess and powers and You stay floating for hours and hours and hours and hours and You do, you do you We have always laid In the same sun spot Trying to transmit our thoughts And you blink as I strum Listening to every note Sometimes nose to nose And you stay floating for hours and hours and hours and hours and You stay floating right by my side with your prowess and powers and You stay floating for hours and hours and hours and hours and You do, you do you Our way our way We can stay we can stay Another day another day Our way our way Our way our way We can stay we can stay Another day another day Our way our way And I don't want to know I just couldn't say What it would be like today If you were just to go I don't want to know What I'd do if it'd be so And I don't want to know I just couldn't say If you do or if you don't Or if you do or if you don't Or if you do or if you don't Don't you fret your ears We will never be So far awayBack to tracklist
Stop Motion
I took a leap Four years ago I packed my bags And said hello To sun and stream And quiet city streets I got by Like we all do One moment gone One day is through Trying my best to slow down time And I don’t think you can see All the things behind the scenes But maybe it’s my own damn fault Because I want to seem like I don’t want to go or stay here I don’t want to stay here or go I don’t want to go or stay here I don’t want to stay here aloneBack to tracklist
The Fly
Excerpted from "The Fly" by William BlakeLittle fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. Then am I? If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death, Then am I? Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die. For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. (twice) If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death, Then am I? Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die. Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away.Back to tracklist
The Freaks at Spurgin Road Field
Excerpted from "The Freaks at Spurgin Road Field" by Richard HugoThe dim boy claps because the others clap. The polite word, handicapped, is muttered in the stands. Isn’t it wrong, the way the mind moves back? The way the mind moves back The way the mind moves back One whole day I sit, contrite, dirt, L.A. Union Station, ’46, sweating through last night. The dim boy claps because the others clap. The dim boy claps because the others clap. The dim boy claps because the others clap. Score, 5 to 3. Pitcher fading badly in the heat. Isn’t it wrong to be or not be...? The dim boy claps because the others clap. Isn't it wrong to be spastic? The afflicted never cheer in unison. Isn’t it wrong, the way the mind moves back to stammering pastures where the picnic should have worked? The dim boy claps because the others clap. The dim boy claps because the others clap. The dim boy claps because the others clap. I’m laughing at a neighbor girl beaten to scream by a savage father and I’m ashamed to look. The dim boy claps because the others clap. Isn't it wrong to be spastic? Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? The score is always close, the rally always short. Isn’t it wrong, the way the mind, the way the mind moves back? I’ve left more wreckage than a quake. Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? Is it wrong, the way the mind, the mind moves back? The score is always close, the rally always short. I’ve left more wreckage than a quake.Back to tracklist
The Gallows
Adapted from "The Gallows" by Edward ThomasThere was a weasel lived in the sun With all his family, Till a keeper shot him with his gun And hung him up on a tree, Where he swings in the wind and the rain, In the sun, in the snow There was a crow who was no sleeper, But a thief and a murderer Till late hour; and this keeper Made him one of the things that were, To hang and flap in the rain and the wind, In the sun Without pleasure, without pain, On the dead oak tree bough. (thrice) There was a magpie, a magpie, too, Had a long tongue and tail; He could both talk, both talk and do--- But what did that avail? He, too, flaps in the wind and the rain In the sun And many other beasts And birds, skin, bone, and feather, Taken from their feasts And hung up there together, All hung up there together, Hung up there together on the... To swing in endless leisure Without pain or pleasure Without pleasure, without pain, On the dead oak tree bough. (twice) There are no more sins to be sinned On the dead oak tree bough. (twice)Back to tracklist
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
Excerpted from "The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh and from "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher MarloweIf all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall. I will make thee beds of Roses They soon wither And one thousand fragrant posies Soon forgotten A cap of flowers, and a kirtle In folly ripe Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle Your reason's rotten Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, Thy Coral clasp and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.Back to tracklist
The Second Coming
Excerpted from "The Second Coming" by William Butler YeatsTurning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand.Back to tracklist
To His Coy Mistress
Excerpted from "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew MarvelHad we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.Back to tracklist
What Is Our Life?
Excerpted from "What Is Our Life" by Sir Walter RaleighWhat is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this Where we are drest for this short Comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss, Our graves that hide us from the searching sun, Are like drawn curtains when Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we playing to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest Thus march we playing to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. That's no jest That's no jest Only we die in earnest Only we die in earnest That's that's no jest.Back to tracklist
What's Ours is Ours
And the rain it turned to pure white snow And the city she was asleep I sat counting the hours until I go Lord sure knows There was nothing left to keep. And I hope these words do travel far So we know what’s ours is ours (twice) The things they left one at a time And the sky she stayed the same I always wondered what we might find if we had the time Before it all would change. And I hope these words do travel far So we know what’s ours is ours (twice) And now I see From the other side of the world I had it all To lose Just another second let me see everything, everything, everything, everything here. (four times)Back to tracklist
Your Friends They May All Be Dead
And we moved up and down and side to side It was nothing like the tide It was just so mechanical But we carried on And we may just have forgotten how How to speak our minds And so we don't say anything But I think the time is now Before we just don't know how And we moved up and down and side to side It was nothing like the tide It was just so mechanical But we carried on And we may just have forgotten how How to speak our minds And so we don't say anything, anything at all Your friends they may all be dead At least that's what You saw when you raised your hand And you asked Who of you will stand by me If this ship Were to sink and fall somehow Who would go Who would go Who would go And we can never go back and undo all that we've done wrong that is why from here on out I am going it alone No meeting time and place to set Or waiting for replies and lies about the things you'll do But I think the time is now Before you catch up some how And we can never go back and undo all that we've done wrong that is why from here on out I am going it alone No meeting time and place to set Or waiting for replies and lies about the things you'll do You wont do anything at all Your friends they may all be dead At least that's what You saw when you raised your hand And you asked Who of you will stand by me If this ship Were to sink and fall somehow Who would go Who would go Who would go Would you stand there waiting for me Waiting for me I don't think you Would you stand there waiting for me Waiting for me I don't think you would I don't think you would I don't think you wouldBack to tracklist