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Our Fathers

by Wayfarer

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1.
Our Hands (free) 03:20
She always thought he was the kind of guy who liked the look but Couldn’t stand the smell of smoke He always thought she was the kind of girl to script these collective feelings But she only writes when she’s alone Our hands were washed in broken light Our hands were stained before His eyes You found truth in rows of wooden pews I’ve found it in the way we move We’ve got it figured out; we’ve got something to prove To all of you We feel as if we’ve found our way through the dimly lit streets and the graves our fathers laid They all have never felt so free, there’s a distinct comfort in belief We are the kids on front porch steps reminiscing about death Reflecting on the lives our mothers led She always thought he was the kind of guy who liked the look but he just liked the smell of smoke He always thought she was the kind of girl to script these collective feelings But she knows there are worse things than being alone
2.
Watch You Bloom (free) 03:05
This world claimed our substance long ago As soon as we started praying for all those things that we were promised as kids Rebelling for aspirations of order But submitting with poor form to the words of our fathers “If you own nothing, then you can give nothing” Repair all those things that they swore they fixed The mirrors, the walls, and all those broken teeth Through fevers and fits we could finally see Ah, with what dignity we have lived I’ve watched you bloom
3.
Salvation (free) 03:54
We left it all to come undone The only trace we left were these dirty hand prints pressed on walls and anything that felt like home As we strived for disenchantment we were still surprised when that’s what we got We know we’ll never miss how fast this ground would give We thought we’d know We knew we’d know Then we fumbled through the lines we stole That’s when we knew They’re always ready to forget you As we all forgot the words we used to know Our heads stuck stopping cast stones They asked what salvation meant to me With that schoolgirl sneer through stained grey teeth I thought it might just be the right to disappear, definitively
4.
Still Eyes (free) 05:20
He sat on a park bench crucifix in his hands The top few buttons on his shirt torn undone; he had feet made of clay As the cross fell between his knees silently he lifted his gaze still looking for something, still looking for someone He can’t even picture in dreams but he’ll wait a lifetime to meet It’s a wager he’s willing to make He told me there he has never had to question his faith That was before a boy of maybe 10 turned to him to say “Dad, will heaven be worth all this pain?’ He could tell from his face the boy knew he was lying He asked, “Does it ever get hard believing in nothing? When you look through the trees tell me what it is you think you see.” I see splendor among oak, blonde leaves resting upon temporary homes Yet he was somewhat surprised I grasp beauty without the divine All I know is that this sky will last longer than I Where vice and virtue both blur and falter With a prayer in nostalgic poor taste down by the alter
5.
On and By (free) 04:02
I always knew we’d fall together But I never thought we’d hit this hard Hoping this city will forget your name only to realize it never gave a shit in the first place You can fill its fountains with your petty change This is when you realize that you’ve got one of those faces That will let them all just pass you by This is when you realize that you’re not mapping new terrain You’re simply charting the old landmarks And I laughed when he said all he’s learned has been forgotten but now I can’t remember why And they’ll cry because the only moments they remember were the first to slip my mind And they’ll cry because they still can’t see the difference between getting on and getting by You’re always staring to the sky because you can’t bear to screen those eyes from a past you wished was never left behind It can never conquer only impose, you lose these battles on your own within these crooked walls you chose to face alone I lost that touch You lost those eyes Tonight When it felt so right leaving you behind
6.
The Stranger (free) 03:45
This could be my trial For all the tears I didn’t shed For all the times I didn’t mourn For every instance that I left instead Of pretending death is something beautiful If that were true These obituaries would sound much more like poetry And the dead would be embraced not grieved No one would dare wear black to their mothers wake Whether you think they’re gone forever or in a better place The wind won’t apologize for the stalks it sways I won’t apologize when the stalks begin to sway Until you see death in that childs eyes Can you truly appreciate their smile Vigor grows through those wounds they left behind And I won’t use my hands to shield my eyes If you promise not to grin if I go blind You said this sickness was so fucking fleeting ‘Your world’s absurd’ the old men sing But these kids think actions carry meaning I knew I never could believe in them
7.
Same Kids (free) 03:17
When we first met your hands were shattered and mine could hardly feel a thing But with sticks, wood and string we tried to mend what was once thought so Broken windows, broken doors, and the nights we spent on bathroom floors Helped us to realize there was substance to those years we looked to leave behind Because we were left behind We were idle landlines Flowing through ghost cities like veins That couldn’t keep these hearts alive Always return to walk away We lost the nerve, we lost our faith Hanging up these paintings of young love On the walls we built together, alone We were kids caught stealing something we both knew we’d never need But if we’d listened to those lessons we would have never saw each other in the way our fingers bleed But can we really Say that we wished things turned out differently Because if all our dreams came true There would have been nothing left to fix I think what kept us up at night is what drew both of us in We were kids looking for something that came with clarity in dreams If we spent less time with our eyes closed we would have seen we’ve got all that we need
8.
Power in the Ground (free) 03:59
This will be my first song about death in a long time I’ve been living freely Never waiting for someone to die And its not like its been heavy on my mind Made its way into the chorus And I can’t help how good it sounds it sounds so good Oh when you’re pulling my head Down the road and you look so lifeless With alter boys singing light heart verses As my blood pours out dead end curses When will I decompose We run from natural light To a foreign hotel back landing And write dreams about death and dying And my head was rolling black Four wheels and a heart attack And my blood was crying still when I woke up Maybe there is a power in the ground Maybe I’m just stupid And I should give some thought to other sounds A closed mind meant that I wrote the same song every time and I’m still getting better at staying awake and pushing out conscious lines In another life, singing on an old road Singing where were you when death was the centerfold For young boys, growing up old Teaching them how to write and how to decompose
9.
Arts and Warcrafts (free) 02:32
Sometimes I wonder if I’m up there still hanging from your wall You know the one by the window Where we thought we’d see it all The kitchen always looks cleaner when the cupboards are all closed But with the doors now torn open We see how empty they all were We were more of an oil painting held steady on a wall That when you got closer It would lose its allure It threw me off for a while and I know it fucked with you But we were kids just playing selfish I cannot hold it against you We were looking for a method not a doctrine to make us think we weren’t alone We became each other’s saviors When we needed it the most When I look back now it’s as if we never lost our way I think it makes this that much harder I never saw it coming We let what brought us together help slit each other’s throats But I think we both learned something About what we value most Maybe this was what we needed to help each other grow But the sunlight’s not as rich When you breathe it in alone
10.
The Hunger (free) 07:33
And what if I’m wrong is the response I get What if those pale blue eyes were weaved from heaven’s hands What if this will to choose was never mine What if we’re more of kin than strangers What have I done to secure my seat While you pass through the gates I’ll be watching from the street Yeah you told me I’d be wishing then that I’d opened my heart and sought communion But I’ve never really struggled with the thought before I found tranquility and pleasure past those white washed walls Even if I could repent, start all over again I wouldn’t change a goddam thing And what if He’s as real as the scripture states He hasn’t passed me by, He’s been watching over me He’ll come down to wash my hands and face Offer forgiveness in a prayer I could recite But I’d be choking on His blood again I’ve been an honest man living a life I can’t resent It’s not a question of enlightenment It’s just I’ve always loved the view from where I stand Plus, I’ve never really struggled with the thought before I found tranquility and pleasure past those white washed walls Even if I could repent, start all over again I wouldn’t change a goddam thing Because I’m living in a manner that I can’t regret I am the thirst, I am the hunger, I am the suffering And if I look for Him in the hearts of everyone else I fear that I may lose myself

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released March 9, 2010

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