1. |
My Throne
03:00
|
|||
|
once in a kingdom far way
I ruled and so did she
my maiden and queen to be
Yes life was a cup of tea when
we made a mess so sweet then
stole off like thieves with meaning
we walked a different pace
and how it made me now
just a year ago I sat on my throne so bold
now I remember the day she came
a billion dreams spilled my way
my heart lit eternal flames
my toes up into my brain bled
a sweet deep gushy red
I listened to the words that she said
she said "honey don't be that way,
when you're loving me now"
just a year ago I sat on my throne so bold
and now I barely can find my way
I've tried to forget my name
the joy still exceeds the pain
but I can count sins all day
and reasons to rhyme away
in portraits of K D K
hung up in golden frames
for my mind to rebound!
just a year ago I sat on my throne so bold
|
||||
2. |
ABC Sanity
03:10
|
|||
|
Little Joys will set you free (Set me free now)
I find they seldom come in 3's (No, they don't now)
Another breath for you and me
It's slow but sanity.
Setting letters on the page
I scratch a thousand down a day
and every night that we delay
our dreams on holiday.
And as slowly as time grows, on and on, I can't even upkeep my mind it's awfully hard to sing your heart,
Now and then I hit a high note,
To my surprise I'm feeling light and happy
and it sure is nice, to feel this twice
Just a sailor on the sea (Sailing on now)
Fitting in with who I be (Well who am I now?)
Another take for you and me
1-2-3 Sanity!
Minimizing the extremes (So extreme now!)
Creases never meet the seams (No they don't now)
And the more I kick and scream
Low Key is fine with me
And as slowly as time grows, on and on, I can't even upkeep my mind it's awfully hard to sing your heart,
Now and then I hit a high note,
To my surprise I'm feeling light and happy
and it sure is nice, to feel this twice
|
||||
3. |
Married to Lonely
02:53
|
|||
|
Married to Lonely
(E. Dickinson, H. Killian)
Oh no! I’m married to Lonely and She takes her time before she phones me
Just so, I know I’m alone in this big world she knows she owns
I swear in time I’ll sever the cord, I swear, I sit and watch the world
The sun shines whether you are baking or out of the taking ~I know now
CHORUS
You keep me hanging on the grapevine
Ooh my Honey screaming sweet whine
dripping from the rag, soaking in the shag
waiting for the way but my feelings are broke everyday
Oh Boy! She has her beauty but I got the dirt on this cutie,
We sleep alone together it ain’t getting better at all,
Somehow now I’m getting stronger and I know I need this no longer,
I was a widow maker but still cannot shake her, at all~
, I know now~
CHORUS
You keep me hanging on the grapevine
Ooh my Honey screaming sweet whine
dripping from the rag, soaking in the shag
waiting for the way but my feelings are broke everyday
Oh No, I’m married to Loneliness…
|
||||
4. |
Missings
04:06
|
|||
|
You're sweet as a tart, while you're ripping me apart
boiling hot from the start, drop my pants and cross my heart
I'm calling but you just want to sit and sing your silent attack now
I'm falling for what it is and now it seems you're turning your back now
I know I'm just a phase
my days are numbered this way
and you'll soon wash me away
but now I like what I've been tasting nevermind the time I'm wasting
Well Sissie don't you miss me just a bit?
And if you do well I know you won't show it
maybe in time, I'll get you for the weekend and I'll continue breathing
maybe in time, I'll learn how to treat you I promise not to beat you baby blue
my heart beat through my shirt, when we would go until it hurt
your feelings ran out first, but I'm still good for what it's worth
I'm crawling up and down these steamy streets that you have me at now
I'm falling for what it is and now it seems your turning your back now
I know I'm just a face
my days are numbered this way
and you'll soon wash me away
now I guess you leave me hanging all I want's some Sissie banging
Well Sissie don't you miss me just a bit?
And if you do well I know you won't show it
maybe in time, I'll get you for the weekend and I'll continue breathing
maybe in time, I'll learn how to treat you I promise not to beat you baby blue
|
||||
5. |
Ambrosia
02:48
|
|||
|
Now that I’ve tried a piece of your time nothing’s sweeter to me,
Yes life is renewing and no more abusing God’s gift to me,
She may be free but she craves slavery
Her ambrosia’s like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea
I headed downtown avoiding the crowds in this crazy design,
And there’s my Lady Divine she caught me peeking a matter of speaking,
She may be fine but we’ll fight all the time
You’re ambrosia’s like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea
And now that I’ve tried I wasted my time but nothing’s sweeter to me,
Yes life is renewing and no more misusing God’s gift to me,
I’m so lucky that she puts up with me
Her ambrosia’s like five times bolder than what Jesus likes to take in his tea
|
||||
6. |
So Obscene
03:11
|
|||
|
Kick the doorman to the street you know the girl is weak,
Hangin’ round the underground dancing cheek to cheek,
Now you think your thoughts are deep way up on your window seat?
Watching everyone in town, racing on without a sound
Chasing moments through the night
Never ever taking flight
Pushing back on all the mights
Never ever taking flight
Rolling trouble on the scene
And now they saying “so obscene”
What does that even mean?
Just some nonsense chasing me
Rest your head on the beat, the heart lies in between,
Never loving what you found, keep those shadows hangin’ round,
Then your credit reached its peak, now you’re packing so much heat
In the rooms you hand around, there ain’t much now going down
Chasing moments through the night
Never ever taking flight
Pushing back on all the mights
Never ever taking flight
Rolling trouble on the scene
And now they saying “so obscene”
What does that even mean?
Just some nonsense haunting me
|
||||
7. |
Baby B. Goode
03:10
|
|||
|
Baby B. Goode
(E. Dickinson)
Baby B. Goode, despite your name you’re misunderstood
You’ll be just fine, ‘cause beauty is preferred over mind
Take all you can, you got too many fires to fan
OhNo! OhNO! OhNo! OhNO!
Baby was bad, despite the gain you blew what you had
Too much too soon, same ole story Amy Immune
Move past the sting, you know you won’t remember a thing
OhNo! OhNO! OhNo! OhNO!
So bang on mate, you know it’s never too late
To come over, we’ll sing until the morning breaks
So let them say we’re just a couple of knaves
We can rock it & roll it like a 10 & an Ace
Baby she would, despite your best you did what you could
Sometimes I find the best of things will come on in time
Kiss me good-bye, perhaps the mail will catch up in time
OhNo! OhNO! OhNo! OhNO!
So bang on mate, you know it’s never too late
To come over, we’ll sing until the morning breaks
So let them say we’re just a couple of knaves
We can rock it & roll it like a 10 & an Ace
|
||||
8. |
Southern Bones
02:33
|
|||
|
Now I have grown into southern bones,
And I stole the shine off some Dixie gold,
Then ran for the hills to tarnish my soul,
Because the days come and go
but my memory holds,
and I find in my mind
everytime I forget, you’ll be there
Well I think twice most of the time,
But sometimes life’s got no reason or rhyme,
I find that’s true most of the time,
Because the days come and go
but my memory holds,
and I find in my mind
everytime I forget, you’ll be there
When the sunshine creeps into your mind through some open door,
Falls into your heart a double shot apart burning open sore,
I just like to sip everyday
Dreaming days of before
|
||||
Eston Raleigh, North Carolina
"AM Gold" is made with love and dedication; seeking eternal song that will happen to the pantheon of gold and timeless compositions. x Simon Zico, Soyuz
unaparasoyuz.blogspot.com
Eston recommends:
The genuine genius of Ryan Gustafson and his Crew.
go to albumIf you like Eston, you may also like:
An imaginative and experimentalist yet accessible record of acoustic prog from London-based artist Kiran Leonard.
go to album
Touched by the Stuff
by Motorists
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists.
go to album
Blissfully narcotic dream-pop inspired by real dreams.
go to album
Brijean are back! Uptempo space disco grooves dusted with soul and R&B on the duo’s latest masterpiece.
go to album
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP.
go to album
