ATLAS: Land

Released March 4, 2014

“Land” is the fifth EP in Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Year One series

Produced by Sleeping At Last. Mixed by John Goodmanson

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1. North

we will call this place our home,
the dirt in which our roots may grow.
though the storms will push and pull,
we will call this place our home.

we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
every year, measure how tall.
and just like a work of art,
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.

let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

a little broken, a little new.
we are the impact and the glue.
capable of more than we know,
we call this fixer upper home.

with each year, our color fades.
slowly, our paint chips away.
but we will find the strength
and the nerve it takes
to repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

smaller than dust on this map
lies the greatest thing we have:
the dirt in which our roots may grow
and the right to call it home.


2. South

some truths, over time, can learn to play nice.
some truths are sharper than knives.
some truths we only see in the corners of our eyes.
some truths we wish we could hide.

some truths can save us,
some take our lives.
some truths are fire
and some truths are ice.

no matter what category you fit into,
truth’s got its sight set on you.

if truth is north
then i am true south.
i can’t figure it out-
God knows.
always looking up
’til my eyes give up.
that’s how i lost touch
of who i am and who i was.

some truths were sewn into our DNA.
some truths unravel and fray.
some truths keep growing taller than giants.
some truths take our breath away.
some truths get tired
the longer we wait.
well, some truths get tired
the longer we wait.

if truth is north
then i am true south.
i can’t figure it out-
God knows
i’m always looking up
’til my eyes give up.
that’s how i lost touch
of who i was.
if truth is north
then i am true south.
i can’t figure it out-
God knows i’ve tried
always looking up
’til my eyes give up.
that’s how i lost touch
of who i am and who i was.

some truths are gentle, forgiving and kind.
some truths are hard to define.
some truths are crooked, with rough edges too,
but some truths wear like comfortable shoes.

some truths are loyal
as the shadows we lead.
some truths are stubborn as gravity.

no matter what category you fit into,
truth’s got its sight set on you.


3. East

i set out to rule the world
with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.
no mountain dare stand in my way,
even the oceans tremble in my wake.

the tide is brave, but always retreats.
even the sand, it cowers under my feet.
my kingdom towers above it all,
while i sleep safe and sound in my cardboard walls.

now i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.
i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.
maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids-
Lord, i want to remember how to feel like i did.

so i draw my sword with the morning sun,
i summon the moon as soon as the day is done.
the clouds march on, on my command.
even the rain, it falls according to plan.
the trees bow down and give their leaves.
i humbly accept their offerings of peace.

the years wore on and changed my heart,
the leading role for a smaller part.

now i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.
i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.
maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
but Lord, i want to remember how to feel like i did.
’cause i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.
i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.
maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
but Lord, i want to remember how to feel like i did.

i set out to rule the world
with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.


4. West

maps stretched out-
too many miles to count.
let’s just say we’re inches apart,
even closer at heart,
and we’ll be just fine.

another pin pushed in
to remind us where we’ve been.
and every mile adds up
and leaves a mark on us.
and sometimes our compass breaks
and our steady true north fades.
we’ll be just fine.

we’ll be just fine.
we’ll be just fine.
we’ll be just fine,
i know that we will.
i just know we will.

time moves slow
when half of your heart has yet to come home.
every minute’s adding up
and leaving a mark on us.
i can’t get you out of my mind.
i can’t get you out of my mind.
i can’t get you out of my mind.
i solemnly swear,
i swear that i’ll never try.

we’ll be just fine.
we’ll be just fine.
we’ll be just fine,
i know that we will.

we’ll be just fine.
we’ll be just fine.
it’s a matter of time
’til our compass stands still,
’til our compass stands still.


Featured Guests:

Emiko Bankson & Kumiko Bankson played violins on “North”