1. |
Everyone Has A Story
03:33
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EVERYONE HAS A STORY
Everyone has a story to tell
About a choice we had to make
Everyone will have to break that shell
The one that keeps us awake
Parading in dreams
Recycling time
You twist and you turn
But can’t leave it behind
Lie all you want
But you know where to find me
You and I have our stories to tell
Which one of them is real?
Writing, rewriting in your head
The way that it should feel but never said
The shadows are changing
Playing with time
Life is a dream
We live in our mind
Lie all you want
But you know where to find me
Every story hides a lie in its place
Is this the world you want us to face?
Lie all you want
But you know where to find me
Dreams about
How you might feel
How can we tell
These stories are real?
What could that story mean?
What could that story be?
Dreams about
How you might feel
How can we tell
These stories are real?
What could that story mean?
What could that story be?
Written By: Edwin Chapman, Christopher Desmond
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2. |
Together Now
02:59
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TOGETHER NOW
Days expand
And stretch elastically
Our lives transformed
Chronologically
What day is this?
Who can say?
Tomorrow morning
Is a week away
A week, a month
I can’t remember
Last month was June
Or maybe November
Days blur
And march on silently
Last week’s events
Pass out of memory
Same time
New room
What is today?
Facetime or Zoom?
Déjà vu
What does it matter?
Time to visit
Time to chatter
Trying to get
Some business done
Waiting for word back
So far not one
Deadlines shmedlines
Read the headlines
“Stay Home!”
All our lives
We thought the present
Lasted maybe
Half a second
Now Now seems to
Last forever
Hope that we can
Hold it together now
Together Now
Together Now
Written By: Christopher Sandin
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3. |
Another Day
03:41
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ANOTHER DAY
Each morning he wakes
Washes and shaves
Gets dressed and
Heads for the door
Watching him pull on
That coat and that cap
She wonders if he’ll be back
Another day
Oh, just another day
Another day
Yeah, just another day
Who can say?
He works as he must
There’s just no escape
He can’t remember
How it feels to be happy
She makes up her lists
Of the lists that she’s made
It’s late now, the days getting longer
Another day
Oh, just another day
Another day
Yeah, just another Day
Who can say?
Who can say?
We made this life together
And it’s dragging on forever
Would life be any better
With another lover
But I think I lover her
Yes, I really lover her
Faces drifting out
At the end of each night,
Sun rising as he reaches the door
She feels him shuffling
The chill on her back
She knows the end’s getting closer
Another day
Just another day
Another day
Yeah, just another day
Who can say?
Who can say?
Sitting together
The silence mounts
Tension thick in the air
With nothing to say
They head off to their beds
And wonder what it’s all for
Another day
Oh, just another day
Another day
Yeah, just another day
Another day
Oh, just another day
Another day,
Yeah, just another day
Who can say?
Who can say?
Written By: Edwin Chapman, Christopher Desmond
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4. |
Oakland
04:43
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OAKLAND
He turns and kicks the sheet off
To see if he’s still there
Stares into the mirror
And wonders who the hell would care
Dawn breaking in the parking lot
Dawn breaking like a random thought
Giving him away
Giving him a way
Take me to Oakland
That’s all I ask
I swear that I am now
The man behind the mask
Take me for granted
If that’s what it takes
She came on like a fever
Took over his mind
Shredding his veneer
To see what she would find
Far from the outskirts of her heart
Still searching for a place to start
He gives himself away
Gives himself a way
Take me to Oakland
That’s all I ask
I swear that I am now
The man behind the mask
Take me for granted
If that’s what it takes
We all come face-to-face
With our own mistakes
With our own mistakes
Never, never say never
And if you want me
You know where to find me
Find me
Take me to Oakland
It’s time at last
I am the man behind
The man behind the mask
Take me to sunlight
No matter what it takes
I need to feel the touch
Of something wide awake
Someone wide awake
Never, never say never
If you really want me
Come on and find me
Never, never say never
If you really want me
You know where to find me
Find me
Written By: Edwin Chapman, Christopher Desmond
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5. |
No One Knows
04:23
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NO ONE KNOWS
No one knows
How this goes
But the first four rows
Are singing along
The streets are wide
Cops lining either side
And soon we will all decide
Who’s side we’re on
Cry little darling
Cuz where you’ve been
Is face to face with
Original sin
White cult-drunk racists
Armed to the teeth
Life grows short
While the days grow long
When you’re bending the arc
In the summer sun
As sloe eyed girls
Turn in sacred circles
And the flag unfurls
In search of a song
Take my hand
Cuz where we’ve been
Is face to face with
Original sin
White is the color
That never comes clean
Rayshard Brooks shot twice in the back
Daniel Prude asphyxiated
George Floyd, a knee on the neck
Breonna Taylor shot
Atatiana Jefferson shot
Aura Rosser shot
Stephon Clark shot more than 20 times
Philando Castille shot
Alton Sterling shot 6 times
Michelle Cusseaux shot
Freddie Gray shattered spine
Eric Garner choked to death
Tamir Rice shot,12 years old,
Michael Brown shot
Cry little darling
Cuz what you see
Is the power of
An awakening
Sunrise this morning
How far can you see?
Written By: Christopher Desmond
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6. |
Found My Love
04:22
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FOUND MY LOVE
I am grateful
The whole world cracked
Right here inside me
There was no turning back
I saw love born
Born in her smile
Like a becoming
I don’t recognize
A total surprise
I found my love at the border
There we touched hands
Yes, we touched hands
She was not as I’ve known her
But there in her hands
There in her hands
I became love
When she arrived
And walked for miles
In the heart of her eyes
The hope in her eyes
I found my love at the border
And there we touched hands
Yes, we touched hands
No, she was not as I’ve known her
But there in her hands
There in her hands
I found my child at the border
And I touched her hand
I touched his hand
I found my love at the border
And there we touched hands,
Yes, we touched hands
No, she was not as I’ve known her
But there in her hands
There in her hands
I found my child at the border
and I touched her hand
I touched his hand
I found myself at the border
In my own hands
In my own hands
Written By: Christopher Desmond
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A Beautiful Ruin Los Angeles, California
After years wandering the musical landscape opaque and formless, Ed Chapman, Chris Sandin, Chris Desmond and Steve Chapman have, at long last raised their banner and declared themselves, A BEAUTIFUL RUIN.
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