Keeps You Safe

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released 04 February 2012

All lyrics by Nicholas Wagner
All music by T.D. Crowley, Paul Gibson, Arthur Schecter, and Nicholas Wagner

Nicholas Wagner: Vocals, guitar
T.D. Crowley: Guitar, keyboards, lap steel, programming
Paul Gibson: Bass, vocals
Arthur Schecter: Drums, war

Produced, recorded, and mixed by T.D. Crowley
Additional recording help from Joseph Blair and Austin Ruhf

Recorded at WCWM, Williamsburg, VA.
Thanks to everyone at WCWM for making it possible.

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Track Name: Immolations in the Night Sky
Spinning through a lariat along the highway
Fire as the bodies smolder and collide
Into space, into this
Into everything that still exists
A curse will pass you by and whisper out your name
Undying and unfettered, pinning you the blame
A dead world scorched by
The children covering the wounds in their eyes

And I had felt the breeze and it had stopped
It speckled off the earth into your vacant heart
The wind, it turned her ashes into fever sparks
You turned blood red, you turned blood red
But there you are

A man may immolate in fractions of a second
Undoing every echo his touch had ever landed
A dead star implodes
It burns brighter than ever before
Track Name: A Bit Unkind
Clementine Darlene
In dorm 423
I heard you smashed Kim's ride
When she phoned your former squeeze
And that you broke that junkie Dave
When he kissed some other chick
Well, you've peaked my appetite
These dorm days bore me, babe
I want a word tonight
Just one in kind

Oh you're a bit unkind
But you're on my mind
See, I'm a masochist
With untouched wrists
I need punishment
So pencil me in
I've had enough with words
Please use your fists

There's something left to say
Just not sure what it is
A number, please, a kiss
A left hook would suffice
You say you're bad with men
Well, me too
I spend my nights alone
And there I go again
I've fucked it up I'm sure

Well, you're a bit unkind
But I'm putrid swine
I need punishment
I wanna feel the sting
Like Johnny Mars
When you broke his teeth
I want a scar to flex
When I'm 33

I want a word tonight
I burn, I perish and I pine
Cling like a child to your side
I'll burst in flames for you tonight
A word tonight
Track Name: Longer Days
Your heartbreaks can you tell
If you're made of flesh
Because what else
Because what else
And oh, there you go again
Some kind of saint
Who deserves much less
Or something to that effect

And boy, I know you can't be a man
But please just try
For your sake and mine
For your sake when
You're killing time
On your borrowed rhymes
With your pillow hunched
Over bitter dreams

Boy, reflecting in the glass
Do you still pine for longer days?
Free of fear and harder things
Do you still long for your mother's grasp?
Because she keeps you safe

She keeps you safe
When you're killing time
On your borrowed rhymes
With your pillow hunched
Over bitter dreams
Track Name: Journalist For Hire
Wander through this place
Scribble notes in pen
On the hand without your drink
While you watch the kids who flirt
These wallflowers lie
So lie like me
This party is a drag
If you don't have enough to drink

Oh, you must be Hemingway
And this coffeehouse is Paris
She's a wicked line of ink
And you're a journalist for hire
Now she's a wild, ravaged bride
With her eye on your daring ways
For a shake at your damaged pride
You throw your hands around her waist

Well, who has got the time?
She's appalled you'd even ask her
It's a blathering, bourgeois rhyme
Just to satisfy the native in her
Well, a penny for a pearl from your mouth
If I can pass it between our lips
You're a songbird, the weight of collapse
Clips your wings when I cut to the kiss

Oh, you must be Hemingway
And this coffeehouse is Paris
She's a wicked line of ink
And you're a journalist for hire
Now she's a wild, ravaged bride
With her eye on your daring ways
For a shake at your damaged pride
You throw your hands around her waist

I'm afraid of everything
That isn't glued down
And she can't stand herself most days
We were quiet children
I cling to her among the sea
Of wicked strangers
And we drift from our tragic scenes
Our haunting fever
Track Name: Riot of Ghosts
A riot of lights on 10th and Park tonight
The coke stings your nose
White vultures show their bones
Full bright and bodies whine in dismal lines
The specter's a hit you sunk an hour ago

A riot of ghosts and a scream of waves
Steals from the seams below your feet
And you ask yourself to settle down
Their murmurs slur in awkward notes
And the moon explodes in straight wire lines
That jut across this blighted sky
And these sounds compound and call the names
Of infants found in shallow graves

Cold sweat, the city burns your eyes tonight
As she stokes the fire in you, turns your head
The sky strikes and lightning bursts in and cries from God
You've been a sinner, drink your medicine
Track Name: Awake
Awake, your vacant heart
You're a blue blood martyr kid
Abstain, just one more day
So drink yourself to sleep

Do you dream of darling boyhood things?
All flush with romance, lovelorn wings?
Dream of dreadful dizzy dreams
All flush in romance, knives and wings
Dream of darling boyhood things
Lovelorn, listless, dying spring
Dream your dreadful dizzy dreams
Romance, knives, and bloody wings

Invade this darkened room
Set a torch to your sleeping bed
And rest in ashen sheets
An angel in what remains

Do you ream of darling boyhood dreams?
Lovelorn, listless, dying spring
Dream your dreadful dizzy dreams
Romance, knives, and bloody things
Dream your darling boyhood dreams
Lovelorn, listless, dying spring
Dream your dreadful dizzy dreams
Romance, knives, and bloody things
Track Name: Counting Shadows
I can tell all the years before
Counting shadows and fading away
Have finally taken their toll
Cause you can barely stand up straight
With a face so weathered and worn
Like a worker's leather glove
You couldn't place my name
Could you tell just who I was?

Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father hunched atop the bar
Eyes red, sleeves stained and soaking wet
He talks about his bastard kid
Two cigarettes, my father's broke
He needs a 10 to make the tab
Says that I seem familiar now
Some face he's maybe seen before

The counter echoes the spots
They were shots from the bottle of gin
Wasting so much time with your thoughts
But never the matter at hand
Stumbling, trembling with keys
Does that mean it's time to leave
You fumbled through a goodbye
Then crashed down the stool to my feet

Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father lying on the floor
He spills my name in a hurried breath
My fist contracts all on its own
Pop reaches out to touch my face
I lay that bastard out again
Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father lying on the floor
I cash the embers, hit the door
As he mumbles through what might have been
Track Name: Wilhelm's Wake
My son, my son, my son
Where have you been?

A hundred hours passed since Wilhelm's wake
Your city still ignites in colored frames
When the last train ambles out of Penrose Place
Your father wanders out there drunk some days
In case you've lost your way in that dark station

And I have seen the rage
It inks the page of diaries
You left behind to find yourself
Well, where are you?
I'm no sage
I'm no sage
But I'm here

Your sister's voice still flutters through the church
The chapel where we laid your brother down
She'll be married there this summer to her boy
He don't treat her right but, oh, she loves him so
Your voice was wild courage to her ways

And I have seen the rage
It inks the page of diaries
You left behind to find yourself
Well, where are you?
You were a family man
We were a family then
Track Name: Summer Gone Astray
The counter echoes the stars
But they're no use to me
Only dust and debris
From a dying day
My summer gone astray
How I adore you bathed in moonlight
Drenched in memory

Whispered words through blades of grass
A nursery rhyme plucked from the sea
Words you stammer out of breath
To keep you safe but you're next to me

Will this counter erase
My lover's decay?
How I know you draped in shadow
Cloaked in misery
You were torn from the womb
Of your lover's cocoon
How you know me carved from sorrow
Cleansed by melody
Track Name: Substance D
There were pieces of the story all along
The night I counted letters on her tongue
As we lay there drenched in sweat, her mother's bed
And she stared into my empty eyes, the mess
She dreamed of places sprawled beneath she sun
Free from wasted hours, all the 'musts'
From the hands that struck her body in disgust

Darling, I don't love you but please stay with me
I just need a body to bruise and keep
These memories cleaved you too my side
But I am not that boy anymore
Blue pills keep me company in our endless quiet

We whispered plans, drenched in tv glare
But we both know I'll never leave this town
On the phone that night she spoke of Christmas lights
And how we cling to the people they once were
Not the stranger sprawled beside us in the bed
The one who bears our lover's voice
But not their words