Sewn

by Hanging Hills

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released February 2, 2016

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Track Name: Tides
Well on this loom of life, I spin fibers in strife
For I know one day my textile will be torn
But not to try a task for fear that it won't last
Is to lead a shadowed life, unborn and forlorn

You're a stranger now I know
I've been running down the road
Alone, looking for to find a home

And I think about how you went away
And how my life stayed, it just remained
So mundane, and yours probably changed for the better
Now I'm walking through this rain
There's a storm in my head, it's a hurricane
But I've got love to give and get
And I've got time to reverse regret

And I'm looking east at dawn at the sun coming on
And soon it'll shine and gleam on my face so strong

Well on this ship of love that I am a captain of
It will not go without prevailing winds
And if that ship don't go, for those winds they do not blow
I guess we'll have to set sail for separate seas

Sincere enough, I know
But the water stung my eyes
We'll let the lunar-pull control our tides

And I'll think about how you sailed away
And how my life stayed, I just remained
So mundane, and you probably changed for the better
Now I'm walking through this rain
There's a storm in my head, it's a hurricane
But I've got love to give and get
And I've got time to reverse regret

And I'm looking west at dusk at the sun go down
And soon night will fall but tomorrow the light will be back around
Track Name: Highway 206
Roads that we will miss, we'll drive down highway 206
Back to our homes
Lonely roads ahead, our dreams will fly above our heads
Now as we go
Missed the turn, no reason,
Drive through the Garden State in springtime
I don't have a reason not to
Drive through the Garden State in springtime season
North to south we're driving down,
We'll drive through farms to Princetown to the city
When it truly seems like we will never find our dreams, find 206
When it truly seems like we will never find our dreams again

It's been so long since I heard you call to me
Don't forgotten voices bring forgotten memories?
It took the whole time spent to realize
That everything I needed all along, I had there all the time

But if nothing seems to stick, with you, with me
Roads take us to 206, get your fix
If nothing seems to go your way
And you miss that exit sign
Take 206 to that God forsaken city where you live
The City of Brotherly Love don't care
Hope to see you when I get there
Hope to see you soon
If this damn place won't let you dream
Then nothing ever will
Track Name: Sleeping Dogs
There's a dead weight on your shoulders
And it brings you down
There's a stone tied right around your neck
Dragging you to the ground

There's a mask you wear from an old county fair
That reminds me of childhood dreams
The ones fixed in our heads
True and real in a sense
But they're sewn in with ragged-loose seams

So cut out, cut it down
That shade don't know the light it's found
It's the sun that measures
The shadows you see

There's a sweet taste under your tongue
Yeah, it's wine from bitter distress
And the sharp bite could spoil the man
When he drinks from his press

There are days you swear it feels just like the year
That you broke your wrist in the dark
You said never again would you ever stay grim
Yeah, the bone-splitting broke you apart

So cull a thought, change your mind
Your words could fix the trouble entwined
Is it best to just let those sleeping dogs die?
Track Name: Vanitas
I do so much, I do so much thinking to myself
I organize the hesitations on my shelf
And very soon they'll all be out of line again
But it's alright, courage is an arbitrary word, my friend

Each man is an author, and a reader in the same
Of a meta novel, forming chapters in his brain

The railroad tracks, two slabs of steel run parallel
And fleet toward the sun, to the horizon and down to Hell
False perspective on the picture plane of a mundane life
Trompe l'oeil gets you, it's nothing more than a trick of the eye
A memento mori, smoke billows but the flame went out
(Thanks for the reminder)
Clocks in the background, there's nothing more to talk about
Our time has run out

Each man is an actor, and a stagehand of his own
A propped up presence, living in a cardboard home

In the evening when dusk comes rambling, rolling in
And voices whisper, at bedsides the vespers ring
Out to what power? I don't really care to know
Prosed existence, the universe is a dark show
Track Name: Prufrock
Pick your poison, baby, let me buy you a drink
We can sip while we watch the bon vivant's ship sink
I think his party is over, I think we let the bad guy win
No double dose of Prozac now could stop these waters flooding in

The epoch changes, every time
It shifts we over-idealize the paradise paradigm
Another chapter of disappointment added to the history-line
No absurd amount of whiteout now could change
The canon of the fear of a boring time

And if you wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled
You'll avoid the grime and sewage the city streets hold
But you could lose the sentiment of growing old
With someone
If that's the price we pay for this glow
Then welcome to the sham show
And I'm wondering if those women still come and go
Talking of Michelangelo?

They're reading the Bhagavad Gita on the Upper West Side
On their way to hot yoga, drinking cinnamon chai
Even Arjuna can't lead you through the war inside your mind
No double dose of Shiva now could destroy me faster than you tried

They're eating New York style pizza on the streets of Bombay
Upside of colonization, I guess it goes both ways
If your inner army is feeling thirsty you can have yourself an IPA
No double shots of whisky now could ever cure these down damned ways

But if you wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled
You'll avoid the grime and the sewage the city streets hold
But you could lose the sentiment of growing old
With someone
If that's the price I pay for this glow
Then welcome to the shit show
And I'm wondering if those women still come and go
Talking of Michelangelo?

I think it's all a gradation of different shades of malaise
And if I'm just part of the clamor, I'll be counting my days