My mother wears rosy glasses,
Goes to church and prays to Jesus till she passes out
By the road of our house is my dad,
in his heart lives a poet and sad-faced
Clowns never made my brother smile,
he's a devil dog, running strong never tire.
I am my brother's brother, redundant wonder,
misunderstanding how we're all standing under
The same old sun yet we love no one but ourselves
even that just goes to hell...
"Well, well," said the sun to the moon by the stars.
"How far will they run till it all falls apart..."
"I don't know... I am just your reflection.
But I know they will hope they will dream
when they see me lighting up the night,
I'm fighting with the tide, I'm waving them goodnight."
They'll soon wake up to your sunlight,
checking that the time's right time's right on your...
Heal these holes that fill this road with Holy Ghosts and broken notes.
I just want to shout out loud, your name in this crowd,
And if you hear somehow won't you turn around
Cause in your eyes, I see my soul,
yes I see my soul, my God, my soul
"Don't be so set in your ways," said the moon back to the sun.
"They will learn, they will change, they are only human.
Don't you know they are just our reflection.
And I know they will hope, they will dream
when they see me lighting up the night,
I'm fighting with the tide, I'm waving them goodnight."
Goodnight Moon, Morning Sun,
Evening Stars and Little Ones.
Learn to hope, sleep to dream
find love in everything
Cause in my mom and my dad and my brother too,
I love for them and I sing for you.
A work of beautiful, pointillist guitar from Martyn Heyne, the moving songs on “Electric Intervals” are made of tiny pinpricks of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 11, 2017