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Recent Songs EP | Chicago Demos EP

	Recent Songs Stream EP: lo-fi | hi-fi Midsummer Fires | Remains of the Day | Sleepwalk | He's Lost | Babel Babel | Shan Shui | Underwater Place	next
	Midsummer Fires (05:52) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Midnight midsummer Sun won't leave the sky Here's a fire for the burning A light to lead the turning The turning of the sun Down the season's slide The burning of the sun That keeps us all alive The turning of the sun Down the season's slide Toward the harvesting of grain And the long white time Midsummer fires burn In my heart Midsummer fires burn Midsummer fires burn In my heart Midsummer fires burn Midnight midsummer Flames scrape through the sky Watch them catch On the horizon Watch them rise Higher and wilder In the shadows Of the flickering folds The embers fill the dusk With their rust and gold In the shadows Of the flickering folds Forge a purified world Out of the old Midsummer fires burn In my heart Midsummer fires burn Midsummer fires burn In my heart Midsummer fires burn Midnight midsummer Sun won't leave the sky Here's a fire for the burning A light to lead the turning… Stakes and twigs And garlands green Midsummer fires burn Birch and blossom Moss and leaves Midsummer fires burn Copper coins Old boats and barrels Midsummer fires burn Climb right up the Witch's ladder Midsummer fires burn Midsummer fires Midsummer fires Midsummer fires burn Build it up With bricks and beams Midsummer fires burn Douse it all With gasoline Midsummer fires burn Midsummer fires Midsummer fires Midsummer fires burn Keep feeding me Keep feeding me Till all I can see It's all I can see © 2004 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Margaret: Backing vocals, bass, keyboards Thomas: Guitars, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Remains of the Day (03:46) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Ghost at the gate, Why don't we go Over the lay of the land? Memories fade, But I can feel them Wade through the sun And the shade. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost; Surely you know the way. Glossy and glazed, Summer's sweet hold Carries us far and away. Lost in a haze, Green and golden Out in the fields Where we played. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost; Surely you know the way. Can't go home again; I close my eyes and Follow the path To the place. Keeping it safe, I can be there Lost in a world Time erased. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost; Surely you know the way. © 2004 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Margaret: Backing vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards Thomas: Guitar, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Sleepwalk (05:26) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 He works, he sleeps He knows his history He reads, he dreams So much ability He drives Northwest Up the interstate The snow falls slow Hypnotic and opaque Bright with life, He leaves behind Endless days And longer nights His eyes are wide, His ears are numb Filled with pulsating Engine hum Don't rush by unseeing Through the places And the pleasures of the ride (Take it all in) Don't skim through the pages Of the ponderous volume That describes your life (Don't miss a word) Some seek distraction Just to pass the time, Not entertain We sometimes sleepwalk Sacrificing joy to numb the pain I saw the scene I didn't want to see Steel, glass, debris Stranger, rest in peace How could he know When he awoke That this was the day His book would close? Have you thrived Or just survived If this were the day You said goodbye? Don't rush by unseeing Through the places And the pleasures of the ride (Take it all in) Don't skim through the pages Of the ponderous volume That describes your life (Don't miss a word) Some seek distraction Just to pass the time, Not entertain We sometimes sleepwalk Sacrificing joy to numb the pain We sometimes sleepwalk © 2004 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Backing vocals Margaret: Lyrics, vocals, bass, keyboards, percussion Thomas: Guitars, keyboards. programming	prev top next
	He's Lost (04:27) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Sleeps in your bed, Eats from your bread; God only knows what The neighbors say. He empties the bottle, Says never again; Wanna believe That it's gonna change But all of this time You've been lying So no one ever knows. And all of this time You've been trying To save unwilling souls. Hurry home through the night; He's lost without you, Lost without you. Hurry home to his side; He's lost. Begs your forgiveness, His only friend, Starting all over Closer to the end. With or without him, Facing a void, Somehow it feels like You have no choice But all of this time You've been lying So no one ever knows. And all of this time You've been trying To save unwilling souls. Hurry home through the night; He's lost without you, Lost without you. Hurry home to his side; He's lost. Do you really think your love Is gonna save him, alone? Well, take my advice, Unless you're Christ, It won't, no it won't. Sleeps in your bed, Eats from your bread; God only knows what The neighbors say. He empties the bottle, Says never again; Wanna believe That it's gonna change... Hurry home through the night; He's lost without you, Lost without you. Hurry home to his side; He's lost. © 2003 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Margaret: Backing vocals, guitars, keyboards Thomas: Bass, guitars, programming	prev top next
	Babel Babel (05:11) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Shuttled through narrow gaps, All these walls line our trap. Brick and steel, glass, concrete, No more field and no more tree. Babel Babel rising Cleaves the air. Babel Babel winding Climbs the stair. Baby baby, listen, Can't you hear? Babble babble Is the language here. Windows stack ladder lines; In between, the gutters climb. Edges cut, corners meet; Angles tear at the angel's wings. High above checkered streets Pitch the roof at the peak. Pigeon coo, patch of blue, Pinhole sun in a penthouse room. Babel Babel Rising cleaves the air. Babel Babel Winding climbs the stair. Baby baby, listen, Can't you hear? Babble babble Braying in my ears. Higher still, raise the cranes; Lift us up beyond our fate. Kiss the mouth of heaven's bell From the pinnacles of hell. One more floor, two more feet; Always just out of reach. One more brick, almost there; Vanish in the thinning air. Babel Babel Rising cleaves the air. Babel Babel Winding climbs the stair. Baby baby, listen, Can't you hear? Babble babble Fills the atmosphere. Babel Babel Rising cleaves the air. Babel Babel Winding climbs the stair. Baby baby, listen, Can't you hear? Babble babble Echoes everywhere. © 2003 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals, sampling Margaret: Vocals, bass, guitars, keyboards Thomas: Guitars, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Shan Shui (04:37) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones' slick sliding And my little fin feet seem to know Where the water must flow. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui At the foot of the falls, Yellow footbridge leaping To a narrow footpath Where my footsteps following go, Past the little red roofs With their corners sweeping Into bristling pines With their twisted branches of cones. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? On a bluff clings the brush, Tiny tiptoes hanging To the fissured-fist rocks All upended and overthrown. And the pillars pile up To the clouds' soft longing; Though the ladder grows steep, My feet keep climbing the stone. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui wo wang le zi ji gen wo lai han shang leng qi The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? © 2003 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Margaret: Keyboards Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Underwater Place (03:21) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 I'd made my mind up; I'd had quite enough. I was too small but I just wanted it all. You had the fins and My feet were dangling; Could only wade in While I watched you swimming. Diamonds on the waves, I'm sinking through this space In the soft embrace Of an underwater place. I pushed against A floor made of sand And left the land. How could I know My weight on the float Wouldn't hold? I'd made my mind up; I'd had quite enough. I put my foot down But there was nothing, no ground. You had the fins and My float was caving in. I started slipping Until the water caught me. Diamonds on the waves, I'm sinking through this space In the soft embrace Of an underwater place. I'd found my dream-sleep; My thoughts were sinking deep. There was nearly no sound And it went dusk all around. You had the fins and You started reeling me in. No fear of leaving, No longer need for breathing. No, no, no, let me go. No, no, no, let me float. Diamonds on the waves, I'm sinking through this space In the soft embrace Of an underwater place. Diamonds blur and haze, I'm falling through this space. Oh, I want to stay In this underwater place. © 2003 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Margaret: Guitar Thomas: Guitars, bass, programming	prev top next
	Chicago Demos Stream EP: lo-fi | hi-fi Centro | The Night Tide | Bone Garden | Some Winters | The Waiting Hours | The Edge of the Map	prev
	Centro (04:31) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Was water-white Sung winter glass Plaque-platinum cold Stun Stockholm sun Tram traveler Electric hum Pilgrims on the Centro Floating, drifting, Eddy-spinning. Leaving, breathing, Headlong swimming. West precipice Hung hanging swing Flit-flying pines One swanlong dive Tent tangle-dense Met meadowood Sky parted by the Centro I don't know Where it is I've been. I've come so far, But I don't know Where you are. I don't know Where it is I'll go. Just take me home, Somewhere I'm not alone. Sleepwalker, Dream passenger. We're strangers, Lone travelers. Floating, drifting, Eddy-spinning. Leaving, breathing, Headlong swimming. I don't know Where it is I've been. I've come so far, But I don't know Where you are. I don't know Where it is I'll go. Just take me home, Somewhere I'm not alone. Cut countryless No nowhere map With windowless Past passage back Born borderless Cull cornerstone West precipice Hung hanging swing Left limbo on the Centro © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	The Night Tide (06:11) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 She makes her home, She lives alone By the seaside. Her fingers comb; She folds the foam By the seaside. She sits and sways; She makes her way To your insides. What losses her choices. The years pass; Her longing ebbs and flows. Her whole life a slow slide Caught in the undertow Of the night tide. Her ear's soft cone, Rosettes of folds Like a seashell. Her timid hands Smooth out the sand Where the sea swells. Her tiny sighs Cut through the night Like a buoy bell. What losses her choices. The years pass; Her longing ebbs and flows. Her whole life a slow slide Caught in the undertow Of the night tide. © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Bone Garden (05:13) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 I can throw my hands up Pleading to the sky. I can pound the ground Foot and fist Demanding why. How could they let it end? Never the same again. How could they let it end? Nothing here but pain. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Winds that scrape Cross the plains Of an old bargain. Driftwood trees Sway and creak In their hard dust beds. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. I can scream in anger; I can cry. But god is just as dead In the end As you or I. How could they let it end? Never the same again. How could they let it end? Nothing here but death. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Winds that scrape Cross the plains Of an old bargain. Driftwood trees Sway and creak In their hard dust beds. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. Calling all souls. Never be the same. I can throw my hands up Pleading to the sky. I can pound the ground Foot and fist Demanding why. Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Calling all souls. Sticks and stones, Nothing grows In a bone garden. © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	Some Winters (05:06) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 The thaw comes gnawing Up the hillside. Trees cling like vines To the morning light. Me in my window, A glassy gray sky. It creeps inside To where the sleeping lie. Some winters, They linger. They heave their frost Till summer. Some winters, They keep us Locked under ice. Some winters, They haunt us. They fill our lives With shadows. Some winters, They leave us Barely alive. Some winters, They crush us. They tear us Bare and broken. Some winters, We need them, This bitter fight That only the soul survives. The crows are calling Across the long miles. Lend me your flight; Be my lonely guides. We'll rise like letters, Ink across the light, Always a sign Of the stubbornness of life. Some winters, They linger. They heave their frost Till summer. Some winters, They keep us Locked under ice. Some winters, They haunt us. They fill our lives With shadows. Some winters, They leave us Barely alive. Some winters, They crush us. They tear us Bare and broken. Some winters, We need them, This bitter fight That only the soul survives. © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	The Waiting Hours (04:20) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 Left the porch light on. An empty bed-- I couldn't lie awake. I pace the hallways, Feeling the walls ache, Rooms so empty and strange. I must be patient. When will you appear? So aching, anxious, Needing you here. Want to cry and moan To break the drone Of silence spinning Through my head. Voices that echo In every corner Only mock me instead. I could drive my car Into the night But now I'll never break away. I wait in limbo Behind the windows, A ghost that's lost in a maze. I must be patient. When will you appear? So aching, anxious, Needing you here. Stuck here forever, The ever after, The waiting hours, But you're not here. Stuck here forever, The ever after, The waiting hours, But you're not ever Coming home. © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next
	The Edge of the Map (04:05) stream: hi-fi | lo-fi download: mp3 When I was a child, I got lost in the woods With my father. Our best guesses failed; We wound up on a trail With no markers. My little lamb, The best-laid plans Sometimes go astray. Sometimes the land Don't come with maps To guide our way. Your path is my path; It leads me to where I am. Follow the road Wherever it goes Until at last we're past The edge of the map. There's something out there. There's something Better than us both. There's something unknown But please don't fear it. As I got older, I wandered alone In the darkness. The lines on my palms And a scatter of stars For my compass. I knew this land Like the back of my hand, But then it fell away. And there where it ends The lines on your hands Show me another way. Your path is my path; It leads me to where I am. Follow the road Wherever it goes Until at last-- Oh please Don't guide me back; Just lead me to where I'm at. We'll follow the road Wherever it goes Until at last we're past The edge of the map. © 2001 Blood Ruby Cynthia: Lyrics, vocals Thomas: Guitars, bass, keyboards, programming	prev top next

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