roobrik
(1999)
produced by Jesse Sprinkle and Aaron Sprinkle Jesse Sprinkle - acoustic guitars, vocals, drums, percussion Phil Peterson - cello Aaron Sprinkle - electric guitar, bass, keyed instruments |
the time i chased the sun |
the harder i run
the song we've chased the sweeter you come inside the awful irate the further unstrung
and lately you've
made me cold
the softer i come
the sooner undone
you've made me completely
whole
and may the grip
of grace be found
|
winded
drizzle rain and snow
came to wake and soley scorn weary wearing all her unheard days gone then the breaking of this dawn soon became the afternoon astounded as this silence grew soon we'll break for this conversation in the rattling falling soon |
lai |
evening windows |
i want you to come
to the next part of saturday and while time is raining and falling away i asked you to run
why reside
and soon we would
dance
and could we become
(wondering)
and why reside
|
in
may
august came and no one told me why in between we came from no one the calming to see the sky and in from whence we place this torrent well it's soon to break my tide now laughing with this moment that comes to take my eyes and recognizing
the day, is something
new and no one told me why
and recognizing
to save this quiet time |
september |
the leaving day |
say the word
say what you and i have heard for we believe the signs that autumn has come in turn leaving me alive
a leaf i find descending
call it subdivine
in came,
say the word
yesterday is gone
you made it all
|
the
place, emptiness infernal
it came gathering, cover me, empty out my nest an endless day absurd on the wrist white offering, my own devices fail come to me
the same
come to me
|
dim |
bereft |
and when the morning
came
we asked of death when disapointment reigns the thought of theft to find a reason hoping you were there but no one came at all finding you were gone who, we've turned away and two we've lost reaching, for there's nothing gray we walk another day
incase of chance
thought we'd bring
the day
fade
|
in
whom we make our home
to think that we will fly alone with whom we find our tone in day a room we may condone
and we came down
they've turned me
again
all i comprehend
(chorus) and who will make
our turn
|
tired eyes |
friendly time (written by mike connell) courtesy of the connells and tvt records |
i saw the Parkers
and the Triefenbachs
i saw the Williams and the R.D. Gables friends of mine friends of mine friendly time i know the Christgaus
and the Considines
la,
la
|
a room
paints full light
the candle fades and the cold wind it takes my life and this is why i feel so dead betroothed you have
carried the signs
|
a beautiful death in fall |