1. |
Study in Black-and-White
09:22
|
|
||
I remember you, brother
I can almost see you with your hands up
The lines that we lay down formed a valley
A lake, then a glacier, and I
Having lost the sight of a friend become
A study in black-and-white
In flesh I can play the turning seasons
Composing my relations in grain and shades of grey
I'll never turn my head
I'll never look away again
A lesson learned in sacrifice
I've lost you in the end
The hardest part is that I still know you
Beyond the anger
Beyond the years that fall away
I remember you, brother
I can almost see you with your hands up, walking away
And the lines that we laid down formed a valley and I
Regretfully become a study in black-and-white
|
||||
2. |
Sill
11:28
|
|
||
Winding down as roots
My spine uncoils beyond me
It spread like disease
Collecting dust and overheating
My veins run through the walls
A channel of my dilution
I'm tracing components
Following Cables
Forgetting how to sleep
Forgetting how to breathe
What began as obsession robbed me of youth
Now a nameless oblivion, but I recall
Digitized artifacts
Recycled thought
With patience I find some rest here
It never takes me long to replay the sounds
That some might call a dream
Lights dance over the sill
There's something else there that I can't reach now
A cyber-psychotic embrace
Waiting for the icons to light up again
Telling digital lies to all my digital friends
Pixilated ghost, simulated life
And all the colors in my eye compressed down to one
The brightness of it all is how it got me
Disguising infections beneath my collections of fibers and cords
And that's where you find me
And that's where you find my shell
In self-inflicting isolation
I've given my time away
How quickly it flies
I've given my life away
An anti-social socialite
Hiding behind personas I design
How I miss you
Overwritten, copied, and multiplied
Soul that I once was
And all I've ever wanted from day one
Was to be loved and not forgotten
Now an exoskeleton
A monument of man defeated by trust in his own hands
When it was never enough
To pick himself up again with manufactured friends
And all the while, his hope pours over the sill
Find these roots and pull them up
My hope lies over the sill
|
||||
3. |
Sputnik
01:44
|
|
||
4. |
Old Tapes II
10:54
|
|
||
Divided and conquered
Alone in the forest of her soul
Echo lies in silent sleeping
It swept her away
My child,
Never let this put out your light
The radiance inside of you
Is not your own but Mine
Don't let this kill you
And don't let this take you away
It's what she made of it
Building it up, and crashing it down again
Led by emotion
And then there was smoke, and nothing was left again
It was never enough
To stitch yourself up again
Electronic lies
Rewind to start the loop again
Rewind to put the lights out
It was never enough
To pick yourself up again
To the noise of it all
Coming down again
Taking on water, but apathetic
It pains me to see you
Listen to lies that aim to kill you
A friend was lost today
|
||||
5. |
Pause
00:52
|
|
||
6. |
Ornament
10:52
|
|
||
Wilting discoloration
Frame after frame
Passes through the light
I'm losing track of days
Not knowing where they started
Or where they ended
I'm playing back the days
That voices filled this place
The mail is a mountain
My laundry, the ocean
And I was never
I was never well
I find that I repeat myself
I'm falling once again
To a cycle that is flawed
And kills the time within itself
And how can I move forward
When I'm always looking back
To the Faces that are gone
And the places that are not home
And always I am thrust back into living once again
Through merciless deliverance of meals and sleep
An ornamental man
The paper descends like embers
Exposing the walls
And I could only think of this:
I survived it all
The answer was never in the movies played
Or in their precious faces
I cannot let them down
I will not let them down
I will live on
|
||||
7. |
Old Tapes III
15:32
|
|
||
I'm falling across the room
Through places with people
And faces I once knew
I am crumbled wings and shells of bugs
I am prints on the windows and dust on the walls
Just not what I'm meant to be
You should put me in the ground
With all the things that held me down
Bury me and wait
Bury me and watch for I soak up the rain
Devour the earth and I return just the same
The heavens will pour down, but I will remain
An anchor, a stone, a bodiless weight
Magnetic strips are unfoiling about my head
An oscillating storm of static overhead
Holding power, the jaws of a liar
The white snow: grey matter of my transformation
A fly on the wall with tunnel vision
After all, I sold my days for one
A loop in the finite sustaining on my soul
Regurgitating old times, ignoring the new
Please help me find my eyes
The eyes to see You, the eyes to see it all through
|
||||
8. |
Nostalgia
03:59
|
|
||
You expose me for what I am inside
Through the dry rotted, boarded-up walls
You see my potential
And I owe You everything
My foundation, like water, returns to the ground
After the rain falls
Only You remain
Beyond my insecurities
Beyond the flesh and bone
I've been searching for anything that I can call a home
Reign above us all, You're the only place that I call home
|
Dust Sculptures Nashville, Tennessee
All instruments/vocals performed and all songs written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Josh Marberry
Streaming and Download help
Dust Sculptures recommends:
If you like Dust Sculptures, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp