Vessel EP

by Aaron Thompson

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released 13 December 2011
percussion, glockenspiel - Nathan Jurgenson
bass guitar - Jacob Chmara
cello, vocals - Janel Leppin
vocals - Jocelyn Krodman
guitar, vocals, production - Aaron Thompson

©2011 Twilight Parade

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Track Name: In A Velvet City
At the dawn of our confidence
I kissed Harper goodbye,
took the last boat to America
its ports a one way line.

In a velvet city
I lay down.
The whiskey and its poets
tame the winter for some crown.

I played the prophet
baring a black rose,
in a carnival counting its wires
such wilted lines they hold.
What a lie they've told.

But even a prophet
can do no good
in a temple of seekers
who think that love's the only cure.
Track Name: The Pines
The devil washed up
on a moonlit shore.
Two pearls, what once were eyes.
His arms were crossed
and his scar it had healed,
the lions with wings
descended from the sky.

When I awoke I cannot recall,
New Orleans is looking the same.
As the mockingbirds sing,
as the Gulf Coast weeps,
the arc runs ashore and it sleeps
under the pines.

I'm sinking low, I'm sinking
cried the sparrow with blackened wings.
You know of a hope
but you don't know hope,
and the distance is wide as the sea.

Your hearts are as black as the ocean I saw
as I raced down the coast towards the home that I love,
and your courage is chained to the money you make
and the lies that you've told, and the lives that you've taken.

Stop the car!
The lions found the arc.
It's a mile south of here.
No roads lead there.
It's under the pines
in an untouched land,
dangerous and wild.
We move forward
under the pines,
Track Name: Misty Eyes
This is a fog,
this is a wind,
this is the sunlight
you let in.

There stands the oak tree
carried by the world.
You lie below,
misty eyed girl.

Across your meadow
a shadow it fell.
It cast a line deep and wide,
dark and heavy,
call it heaven, call it hell.

We stood upon it
watched your meadow grow
You said I can't feel my feet
but I'm burning fires in my soul.

If you're scared
I will light the night.
If you weep
I will unshackle your eyes.
If you call
I will be by your side.
O, what truths I've found in misty eyes.

This is a hurt,
this is a candle,
this ain't nothin you nor I couldn't handle.
These are the voices
that silenced a war.
These are the moments
your life was waiting for.

If you're scared
I will light the night.
If you weep
I will unshackle your eyes.
If you call
I will be by your side.
O, what truths I've found in your misty eyes.

You are a healer,
I'm just some man.
You are a siren at sea,
I'm building castles in the sand.
Track Name: Eden She Is Dead
I'd have left there
if I'd have known then
but I couldn't know
that's why we're here.

On the county line
the Moses of our time
watches the dawn as the skyline slowly appears.

Does your blood run cold
when I come around?
I faced death and I stood my ground.
On the hillside,
there's a ghost up there.
That's what I am only I am not going anywhere.

Eden she is dead
and I'm sleeping in her bed,
and all the stars align above
and light the night with red.

It takes a strong wind to crumble a mountain
It takes an easy heart to love me like you did.

Did you fall out of your garden love?
Were your new eyes painted gold?
I heard two winds
howl from your mountain.
One screamed in fear and one
was a plea to come home.

Eden she is dead
and I'm sleeping in her bed,
and all the stars align above
and light the night with red.

It takes a strong wind to crumble a mountain
It takes an easy heart to love me like you did.
Track Name: Ember
Ember
of November,
burn til December.

We bury our houses
We build mountains.

Joan, I have tried
to tell them your story
but they speak in tongues.
They fill their lungs.

Ember
of November,
burn through this winter.

We bury our houses
We build mountains.