Hey guys! And Gals! After being in the studio for most of the month trying to put on a live show with limited resources we are back to the starting point! And clearly screaming out of the gate with a few really fun songs!
This is the first of a few we are working on. This is a rough draft of a new song called: No one at Your Door. The badman has not yet gotten all of his words on the song, mostly due to my broken vocal cords the past few days. But I think the structure is pretty much complete. There may be slight changes later, but what Ehk'olite/Following Satellites song have I not changed slightly (or over eagerly) from the original.
We are still trying to find a good way to get HTML5 players made up. I know those on iPhones are having a few issues with our flash based players so we are working on it. Additionally we are working with the FollowingSatellites.com site.
The element of clean is what we are working for and I think we established that. However with a brand new unpackaged version of Dreamweaver from my archives that I thought lost; We can have HTML functionality in a WYSIWYG format again.
Here are the lyrics:
Delicate and complicated
this system of intricate parts
wired together and winding
down the steps into the traffic
the sidewalk glistens with the sweat on the
brows
nodding heads
systematically digest the wreckage
In nightmares
and in homes
across the circuitry
these games played on the
faces of children
like the words across a book
these lives run parallel to each other
distorted as the eyes shift perception
There's no one at your door tonight
You sit awash in the vaporous light in the
shadows
Unconsumed by the system of satisfaction
Just another town
just another boat on the horizon
Simplistic once again
destructive and soothing
energy spent to gather the memories
human in its finest suit
today is not the day they wished
by the hands of the living
these days no one wishes
so desired
So feared
Can you please excuse the paper doll clothing
like a drag queen facing the sun
Held in gods arms
burying the hatchet with 80 proof cylinders
The shine on your face could use a dash of
powder
Seemingly so proud
Ill never be in your shoes
To see the world as you do
characteristic of you to show such passion
In suffering
we learn that the real pace cannot be measured
by our own hands
Time scatters sands to the screaming air
Lost and unraveling in the skylines
Confusing the short sighted
Envisioning the plots revered
ever softly found in the eyes of these lives
Captivated by this lecture
My life for hers
You whittle away at my tension
Dreaming so lost in this turmoil
You do not know the collapse
A vacuum of condensing pain
no understanding for a life lost
only my selfish confusion
Is this the defeat I am poised for
How can you bleed me to make up for her
Ive pushed the envelope some more
Tensing at the sound of her name
as such a man could fail this way
I claim the wreckage as mine
Ill take it all with me
Or Ill give it to you
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