May

Released May 1, 2011

Produced by Sleeping At Last. Mixed by John Goodmanson

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1. Pacific Blues

if i could rearrange my words,
i’d say what i mean.
if i could learn to count the cards,
i’d risk everything.
imagine how brave i’d be
if i knew i’d be safe.
if i could only know the end,
i’d be a prodigy of faith.

if i had a treasure map, oh the answers i’d find.
i’d dust off the artifacts ’til i made ‘em all shine.

everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind,
and what i’ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

how i ache to know.

God knows that i know we’re little boats in the great big sea.
setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

every compass i have followed i’ve trusted and denied.
so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

if ignorance is bliss, then i guess i’m in heaven.
but this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.

setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.


2. Segue

(Instrumental)


3. Silhouettes *

you wrote your name in invisible ink,
for you were so afraid of what they might think.
but the scars they left, they were loud and clear,
weren’t they? weren’t they?

when it’s too much to bare, memories erase.
a disappearing act, deserving of our thanks.
when it surfaces, just hold your breath
and swim. just swim.

you begged and begged for some kind of change:
maybe they’d wake up tomorrow and regret the pain
that they’ve passed down to you like DNA,
but no luck, no luck.

it seems only by the hand of God or death,
will they truly change their silhouettes.
for a miracle or a consequence,
you wait and wait…

… maybe distance is the only cure?
far away from hurt is where healing occurs.
but all you really want to do is make them proud,
don’t you? don’t you?

it must be so hard, in the mess you’re always cleaning up,
to believe in the ghost of unbroken love.
but i promise you,
the truth is that you’re loved. so loved.


Featured Guests:

* Paul Von Mertens  (of the Brian Wilson band) – Clarinets
w/ misc. contributions from Dan Perdue.