1. |
Raise the Dead
02:18
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2. |
Something Remains
06:07
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Something Remains (Milligan/Galluzzo Martin)
Beer left in the hallway, stale
The scent excites me still
In bed with sweeter things, (sweeter things) just around the corner
When I dream I breathe it often
When I do, I turn the lights on
The refrain that echoes, echoes like a stupid pop song
I didn’t come to raise the dead
I can’t remember
I’ve already said
I don’t remember anything
I can’t remember, remember
Maybe I’m not this girl
maybe this is just not my world
and there’s time to start again
Maybe just pushed too far
Caught up and just caught off guard
And something remains
Don’t walk so fast
Turn around, stop, look over your shoulder
We were little once you know
The sidelines call for defense
Suddenly flash back to recess
All the boys would chase me
I would be caught on purpose
I didn’t come to raise the dead
I don’t remember
I’ve already said
I don’t remember, anything
I can’t remember, remember
Maybe I’m not this girl
maybe this is just not my world
and there’s time to start again
Maybe just pushed too far
Caught up and just caught off guard
And something remains
I'm pouring out of shrinking skin
Drinking down what’s rushing in
I know how I entered
And the state I left
So go ahead and paint your picture
You don’t know, no you don’t know
You can not know the weight of the portrait
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3. |
Midsommar
04:23
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Midsommar (Milligan/Acuña)
Remember when our new voices and small choices
could keep the thunder and cloud rumbles away?
Every day we’d find something, while shadow jumping and running off thru
fields to find a way to make the summer stay
And when the rain fell we’d stretch out our hands
And watch the dots collect to cool the morning sand
Hold on to those days – they’re never far away, when the noise is too great
Hold on to those days – when the noise is too great, they’re never far away
And in the evenings we would build a rocket, a silver missile
on secret missions to take us to the moon
dreaming of our crater hopping on frozen footprints and walkie-talkies
and shiny weightless suits, like falling on balloons
And when the night fell, we’d stretch out our feet
And watch the window glow from moonlight thru the trees
Hold on to those days – they’re never far away, when the noise is too great
Hold on to those days – when the noise is too great, they’re never far away
Looking back on days of magic when we pulled down the stars
Remembering our careless habits we laugh of smoke and sparks
And lightning in a jar, and playing after dark
We ran away from cars with boldness in our hearts
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4. |
Victory/Uncontained
06:12
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Victory/Uncontained (Milligan/Acuña/Wallman)
Hidden in the reconstruction
A marble thrust of pure perfection
Wings that celebrate their motion and displace surrounding space
Elevated flight elation
Ivory-spotted light invasion
Countless hours of restoration bring her to her pedestal
Sudden stillness meet constant guidance of
harbor safety and an epiphany
All the signs before our time no longer mean what they did then
How is she still able to break the hearts of countless future men?
Come home from across the sea
All hail the victory!
Descend upon us so breathlessly to watch over you and me
The rhythm of a conversation
of gods and art and conservation
facilitate regeneration of our noblest impulses
centuries of nescient patience
Nike’s hands are renovated
headless life remind us of the holy supernatural
Triumphant spirit unpolluted by
fragile fastness in forever flight
All the signs before our time no longer mean what they did then
How is she still able to pierce the minds of countless future men?
Come home from across the sea
All hail the victory!
Descend upon us so breathlessly to watch over you and me
I am uncontained
Flowing down like reign
And the sea, it washes me clean
The gray is Thasian
The White is Parian
Wings deliver but I can’t embrace
I can’t even tell you the look on my face
I’d shout for glee but no one will hear me
Does the gown not please thee?
Watery silk Ripples like wind In sand and sea
The hubris seems To come and leave
It seems I may have lost my mind
It’s out of reach And out of time
The raiments move like watery silk
Watery silk and winged myth
I am majestic nonetheless
No matter why I can’t confess
Watery silk A murmuration
Breaks apart in apparition Of Thasian Of Parian
For those who see me once again Tell me--is it good?
You see for me like your eyes, would Like your eyes would
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5. |
The Colors of the Night
05:20
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The Colors of the Night (Milligan/Acuña)
Beauty before time / we’re here to recognize
for everyone to see / within our own instinct
the crush of sacred signs / and rituals divine
that pierce the marvel eye / and bend the arc of time
for those who feed on faith / resigned to those constraints
and shadows out of place/ the shapes in Plato’s cave
witness by the leaves / that fall from silenced trees
the centuries repeat / the beauty for all to see
And keep us from that light/ too raw to reconcile
Its blinds with all its might / freezing formless light
Banish the silent seed / that burns before it heals
That binds us to its root / And keeps us from its truth
The colors of the night / can only be seen with our eyes
We cannot measure in hours / The distance from God’s hand to ours
To sustain is to reveal / the primal purity
the sacrifice of beasts / in mystic tanneries
The blood wobbles free / and gathers at their feet
The flutter of flightless wings / and brays and sighs and stings
the secret for all to see / unveil the mystery
Why ravens only sing / in fits of minor keys
and foul and wretched sights / have beauty by design
they’re destined to prevail / when nature has grown stale
The colors of the night / can only be seen with our eyes
We cannot measure in hours / The distance from God’s hand to ours
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6. |
Under the Wires
01:02
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7. |
Finally Free
03:41
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Finally Free (Milligan/Olejniczak)
In the darkness I am still
With no distractions from what I feel
You have caused me so much pain
Without you here beside me I can feel I’m finally free
I don’t know why I hold on to your memories
As I ponder upon the past
Never knowing if we’d last
Without you here beside me I can feel I’m finally free
I don’t know why I hold on to your memories
Why do I cry now? Why do I cry?
I don’t know why I hold on to your memories
Here I lay alone in the night
Embracing what’s right, the darkness subsides
Without you here it’s clear to see
My soul is free
Why do I cry now? Why do I cry?
I don’t know why I hold on to your memories
Why do I cry? Why do I cry? I cry.
I don’t know why I hold on to your memories
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8. |
Cerauno
00:54
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9. |
Here Comes the Flood
04:19
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10. |
The Reveal
01:57
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11. |
Bittersweet
06:39
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Drownbeat Chicago, Illinois
Dark, introspective, insomnia-inspired songs for the lost, the lonely and the forsaken.
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