1. |
Harvard
02:00
|
|
||
An excavator’s digging hand
The foundation found on which they stand
With a few who knew they stood on stone
Come to find they are the kind on sand
All your favorites from the neighborhood
At a party that they never could
Have gained admittance if it weren’t for
The spy providing them the guided tour
Half of us assuming room are greeted by a guarded door, oh no
A drunken adolescent misdirected pisses on the floor, oh no
And the truest trial yet
When they kidnapped Juliet
Some found the abduction quite a bore
With the subjects of your conflict gone
All the witnesses would party on
Taking time for sharing their two cents
On who to blame for when it all went wrong
Exchanges by the snacks relaxed in relevance reveal contempt, oh no
Cracks in his consistency reveal his is an ex exempt, oh no
Try to picture her
Fucking your best friend
And tell us bout your next still friends attempt
|
||||
2. |
Bad Faith
02:53
|
|
||
A felon made of any man who leaves a strange neck bruises
You’re no man, the jury jeers, the evidence amuses
Looks a baseball struck my arm, some consequence to reap
Betrays its owners antics and the company he keeps
Scott and Toby sang a few to occupy the air
Loud enough our sounds weren’t emanating up the stairs
Waterfalls of shitty whiskey landed in this cup
Down direction satisfied now struggle for the up
Hold on, Ally, Where’d I go wrong?
Enthusiasm your orgasm we got along, but then
You make, Your offer I’m not prepared
Emasculated morning me regrets the affair, so I
Pervert, my memory, She weren’t so cool
A bad faith face to save ashamed will poison the pool
She weren’t so cool
A bad faith face to save ashamed will poison the pool
Been so long since I’d sunk my home state’s ship
Roslyn’s song reasserts its ownership
The other who you pointed to her status undermined
That competition killing move a step in your design
All was well I couldn’t tell intentions were behind
You couldn’t rest until your interest overlapped with mine
The sofa hosted both of us private as we could find
An expedited effort once you crossed secrecy’s line
Focus shaken, issue taken with the suction’s strength
Lifespan of the branding longer than the badge’s length
Hold on, Ally, Where’d I go wrong?
Enthusiasm your orgasm we got along, but then
You make, Your offer I’m not prepared
Emasculated morning me regrets the affair, so I
Pervert, my memory, She weren’t so cool
A bad faith face to save ashamed will poison the pool
She weren’t so cool
A bad faith face to save ashamed will poison the pool
|
||||
3. |
Radiant Blue Arm
03:20
|
|
||
Would you believe my luck, I thought I'd see you here
I can't help but suspect your quota's once a year
You can lead me on with that "what cheer?"
I'll chew it up despite my fear
You've got your wingtip shoes,
Walking blues
Elusive in the summer, but you're leaving clues
Should've thought, if caught, it's what you'd do
Yesterday was warm, today is colder,
What happened to the nights when you would look over your shoulder?
Left me dumb, when I dared to be bolder
So please let my transmission through, tell me what you want to do
I threw a "Hail Mary," tried being frank
Can't shoot you through the heart you only loaded blanks
I guess I've only got myself to thank,
Cause mine's not the first ship you sank
Do what you want,
Debutante
Don't let cynic's lyrics stop your nonchalance
Cause many men have minds you've yet to haunt
Yesterday was warm, today is colder,
What happened to the nights when you would look over your shoulder?
Left me dumb, when I dared to be bolder
I hope my growing doubt's not right, that you were full of shit that night
April-was it?- on the floor,
The only light streamed through the door
Tiles cold came tiles warm
But layers still concealed your core
And they've been there all year,
But know you're here
Should we run a second trial sometime near?
We can't if mine's a voice you cannot hear
Yesterday was warm, today is colder,
What happened to the nights when you would look over your shoulder?
Left me dumb, when I dared to be bolder
So don't say we should spend some time, if waiting to's a waste of mine
|
||||
4. |
Sorry, Sam
03:29
|
|
||
Do I dare take a seat next to
That female human cross the room, a surge of courage dictates that I do
Have we met? (No) Nice to meet you too
Some morose movies have me feeling blue. Maybe we can fend off solitude
We would thrive if we want us too
Perhaps compatibility is manufactured by desire's drive
It's taboo, but we'll both make do
Given requisite similarities, enough attraction, and proximity
Are you there or is it just me
Hoping that convenience will not fail to churn out sexual release
From then on we'll find what we need
I'll change myself, for who is she?
And we'll go along, even if we're wrong,
Impressions of each other miss the mark of our subjective selves
Continue for some time, we'll shift the paradigm,
Do our best to bridge the gap between your you and mine
Turned a bit and I saw her there
Sitting but a few short feet away, too far to warrant a hello
Did it show, that I saw her there?
Beaming at a faceless blonde, fast running out of well-rehearsed canards
Hit me hard but I turned back to
A plate of food that suddenly had fallen down the list of my concerns
What a turn when I saw her face
Then she walked away, I walked away
Will I ever know, by what names they go
The nature of the noises vibrating between their ogling eyes
Wherever did I lie? Would I be a spy
To listen in or am I not at all contending with this guy
|
||||
5. |
Rm. 516
02:52
|
|
||
Dear Mrs. Gately can I tell you, lately, I’ve felt so alone
Walls stand for separation privacy to make a home
Isolation though a bedfellow of private space to own
If this house were glass despite admonishment I’d throw a stone
It’s unclear how long I’ve been here, fear it’s more than you’d condone
Volunteering for a night shift spite a student’s daily drone
4 am’s a bitter time to face how little one has grown
Longer I’m entranced return’s hard hit further fractures the bone
It’s a search but there’s proof of treasure there
All the golden fingered voices linger as I sit and stare
At a sign made by the seasoned reading “shovel-ers beware”
For the finds are placed unevenly and access isn’t fair
Dear Mrs. Gately if you knew how spoiled I am with a view
Cross the river look upon the lights, the bright the dark accrues
Others out there maybe other clients writing songs for you
Quiet, waiting for their percolating absence to balloon
It’s a search but there’s proof of treasure there
All the golden fingered voices linger as I sit and stare
At a sign made by the seasoned reading “shovel-ers beware”
For the finds are placed unevenly and access isn’t fair
I could hedge my bets and focus or continue digging down
Hoping all the mounds of progress won’t condemn me to the ground
Maybe for the thought of closeness, it’s too late to turn around
Or I can’t see above the dirt displaced and luck must soon be found
|
||||
6. |
Curtain Falls
02:49
|
|
||
I'd swear we were, last two on earth, each time I'm taken by those eyes
Processor pause, it's a lost cause, that stare's effect, I cannot hide
Will we collide? Can I confide, I've kept some distance from your door
I fear I'll want, to want you more, and find my void, left unrestored
Curtain falls, will my hand be in yours or the applause?
Standing by- to enter- has there been a proper cause?
All the lines this protagonist has said so far have not
Given clue as to where we will be next time the curtain draws
It's true. It's likely, anyhow, that you already knew,
Cause I wear it on my face just what I think of you
Oh, with just a passing glance
I will feel a flood of dopamine and hope I have a chance
But what's more; I really have no clue if you'll reciprocate
And although I have my hopes I won't initiate
You're far too good to scare away,
If the little that I get of you is all, I'll be okay
So play on, I might be in the audience for now
But if you want, I'll take a minor role and stick around
I would love, to be cast for the second biggest bow
No matter where I am when the curtain falls, you're the best thing that I've found
But with a look into your eyes, oh the number of my faculties that you can compromise
If at all, will my hand be in yours or the applause?
No matter where I am when the curtain falls, you're the best thing that I've found
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
Sitting still amidst an inner whirlpool of fear
Questions loose the bolts of central cognitive gears
a curious construction dwells on what can’t cohere
self destruction needs an engineer
Summers in the corner room and sunsets alone
Hours too abundant leads to too many blown
Unaware this solitude, too close to be shown
‘few among his species ever known
Fish out of water, human in urban sprawl
Everyone is here but I know no one at all,
Running out of spring, can I escape by the fall?
Most of us quite anonymous til the sure unsure call
Tell me that it’s more than just a chemical scare
Tell me that I’ve got an obligation to care
Tell me cosmic unimportance puts it unfair
Don’t name a value I just have to share
I don't want to ignore it more
I don't want to ignore
Engage the questions, answer please, look me in the eye,
And justify this dismissal’s core
Fish out of water, human in urban sprawl
Everyone is here but I know no one at all,
Running out of spring, can I escape by the fall?
Most of us quite anonymous til the sure unsure call
Anxiety from existential wonder comes tears
One amazing product of 14 billion years
Lonely understanding it will all disappear
But in awe of all they saw
Lucky to perceive at all,
Hope to walk above the crawl
In spite of their fear
|
||||
8. |
I Sing Your Name
04:33
|
|
||
Why’d you leave on your light?
Like the beacon of Buswell tonight
Sitting there in the frame
You lean out and ask me my name
And I hope it was all a charade
Deeper interest you would not betray
Cause that lie, from this side, meant to hide that I sing yours all day
Two stories distance is all
If I fail to scale, fatal the fall
Two stories that could converge
Yours and mine looking to merge
But the traffic is heavy and slow
While there’s no other place I would go
I move back to my lane, still our parallel plane’s all we know
As I recall the ball’s in your side of the court
The courtship’s mast is split, no progress to report
The hungry masses eagerly await your word
Was hoping for one evening of your life absurd?
A stick an carrot, was it fixed there by my hand?
Preoccupation with a pleasant project planned
If she were closer would despair sooner derail?
Were she further stronger effort still would fail
Will we ever look back
Having timing and placement to thank?
Will I pine for some time
And move on once my memory’s blank?
Friendslaugh when I call out your name
It’s a funny obsession to feign
But it does underwrite, since that night, how my hope’s been sustained
Now this privately public display
Is a publically private dismay
(how) Will I open my eyes and get wise to the way that she plays?
|
||||
9. |
Soren's Giant Dodos
04:57
|
|
||
Hooray,
I’m saving money on the turnstiles
Dismay,
Exist for days in spaces same
To think,
That stream of light leaked from the outside
A line,
Broke by the bolt’s span from the door into the frame
Because the montage of their memories set to music
A parade of passing outer history
Makes the inner sour slow and uneventful
The climax comes but always atrophies
Outbound and I’m alive, meet me down on platform three if you, can make the 1:05
Providence Stoughton line, eight stops straight from Back Bay, stairs to climb, meet me State House side
The portrayal,
Quick cuts forgo the navigation
The time,
Pruned down to keep only the most familiar shape
Because the minutes seem like hours on the inside
And theirs will feel like ours on the outside
June afternoon to nine tunes from the Rip Tide
A southbound cruise for good news Phenix, West Side
Outbound and I’m alive, meet me down on platform three if you, can make the 1:05
Providence Stoughton line, eight stops straight from Back Bay, stairs to climb, meet me State House side
Don’t apologize, I got past the disguise
No one will be wise, to the distance size
Outbound and I’m alive, meet me down on platform three if you, can make the 1:05
Providence Stoughton line, eight stops straight from Back Bay, stairs to climb, meet me State House side
|
||||
10. |
Willingly Marooned
08:24
|
|
||
Pink hydrangeas, In the rain
Island shoreline makes Providence mundane
Greener grasses, salty air
Main-land worriers relax without a care
Parents having fun
1991
drunkenly she done a karaoke tune
That was long ago
Not forgotten though
Breezy bungalows and mazes made of dunes
And after 20 years have happened here
We’re willingly marooned
Bicycles on cobbled roads
Crescent beaches meet and form a rocky node
Narrow houses, withered sides
Framing windows keeping watch over the tides
Parents having fun
1991
drunkenly she done a karaoke tune
That was long ago
Not forgotten though
Breezy bungalows and mazes made of dunes
And after 20 years have happened here
We’re willingly marooned
Warm and windy, Jim and Cindy
Friends from college too
Beating softly, sun is awfully
Nice in interludes
|
Plumes Boston, Massachusetts
Plumes is Ben Long (on the drums!) Tim Green and John Thorsen. Music- listening to it, learning to play it, writing more of it- has been one of few things we've taken really seriously for the last 7 years. These songs grew through many late nights and missed appointments. Our songs are all really about something. It's sincere and sometimes naked. Hope you like it ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Plumes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp