1. |
More Than I Can Say
03:47
|
|||
|
More Than I Can Say
Robert M Powell & Eric Powell
I love you more than I can say
I feel tongue tied
And the words fall away
I love you more than I can say
I’ got to sing it out
And the sounds are making shapes
Oooh aah ooh, I love you more
Oooh aah ooh, I love you more
I love you more than I can say
And I know I’m home
When I’m lost in our embrace
I love you more than I can say
We meet in the silence
As the words fall away
Oooh aah ooh, I love you more…
I never knew the real you
The broken heart and the old brown shoe
When I look in your eyes I know
That our embrace is to let go
Oooh aah ooh, I love you more…
|
||||
2. |
Souls Wait in a Line
03:59
|
|||
|
Souls Wait
By Robert M Powell and Eric Powell © 2009
Souls wait in a line
Just to have a lifetime
And live like you do
This world can be so crazed
But souls are unfazed
They’re needin’ to come through
They were hoverin’ in a stasis
In ethereal places
With no name and no face
What’s a soul to do
But catch a wave
In a womb
All the way to the tomb
It’s just a chance to get
A glance of it
To know it’s real
Souls wait in a line
Now you’re in a field
Sun on your face
Warm wind blowin’ through
Now you can know
What is real
And taste what is true
And when our glances meet
From across the veil
All around us recedes
As we set sail
Here at last
The void is vast
There’s nothin’ to grasp
This too shall pass
Souls Wait (page 2 of 2)
It’s just a chance to get
A glance of it
To know it’s real
Souls wait in a line
Souls wait in a line
Through the well of time
To join in the play
But through thick and thin
Without and within
They’re gonna find their way
So bring it on sweet life
We’re here to live
We were singin’ out
Just a yearnin’ for this
The love and loss
The give and take
Just to taste a slice
Of the birthday cake
It’s just a chance to get
A glance of it
To know the real
|
||||
3. |
No Remorse
05:27
|
|||
|
No Remorse
By Robert M Powell and Tom Schlesinger
Can you justify the end
with your means to survive?
Camouflage the terror
'neath the shades of your eyes?
Hope for something better
now that we're no longer yours?
Straddle lonely lovers while
you're waxing down your floors?
Back to what you wanted
Before the risin’ of the sea
When the fairy-tale didn't turn out
like you wanted it to be
Justify your damage
in a victim's sad report
With no remorse
Can you take the time that mattered
and erase it from your site?
Hang me by my weakness
sing your church hymns to the night?
Grab for all that matters now
and leave us with the rest?
Seduce the holy seekers
while around you is a mess?
Back to what you wanted
Before the risin’ of the sea
When the fairy-tale didn't turn out
like you wanted it to be
Justify your damage
in a victim's sad report
With no remorse
|
||||
4. |
Primal Call
04:07
|
|||
|
Primal Call
Where are the stars beaming and blinking bright
That lit up the way in the caldron of the night
Whose constellations connected and reflected it all
To the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
And where do they go when they wander astray
Those thousands of suns oh so well on their way
Where they cannot shoot and they cannot fall
To the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
How could it be such a sweet thing could end
At the ice-laden hollow where a dream waits to mend
So close but so far from your very first crawl
And the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
Can you send me a signal and show me the key
That will open the gate to the great mystery
I’ll know that you’re waiting outside in the hall
With the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
How could it be such a sweet thing could end
At the ice-laden hollow where a dream waits to mend
So close but so far from your very first crawl
And the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
Yes so close but so far from your very first crawl
And the wayward remains of a heart’s primal call
|
||||
5. |
Scrap Pile in the Sky
04:26
|
|||
|
Scrap Pile in The Sky
Eric Powell and Robert Powell
VERSE
Well they shot the peacemaker
Yesterday afternoon
Say there's no time for resolution
They say there is no room
There is no room
But I still have
A skin and a skeleton
But what I dreamed is unraveled and undone
It's all undone
CHORUS
We will heal and we will defile
We are blood and bones and bile
We've got a lot of grace
We've got a lot of guile
We must have come
From the old scrap pile
VERSE
Should I give him four legs
Or should I give him two
Make his skin green or make it blue
A beast in every color
A saint in every shade
A dog is chasin' his tail
And the light is on the fade it's on the fade
CHORUS
We will heal and we will defile
We are blood and bones and bile
We've got a lot of grace
We've got a lot of guile
We must have come
from the old scrap pile
BRIDGE
Scarp pile in the sky
Strewn all around on the land on high
Sewn by the hand of divine discard
Let's play ball in the old scrap yard
|
||||
Everett Tree San Francisco, California
Everett Tree came to be in a dream…
Bay Area producer Robert M Powell helms this collaborative venture that includes
Mark McCartney (Achilles Wheel, Shana Morrison, Space Cowboys) on drums, percussion and good vibrations, brother James Eric Powell as primary co-song writer, and the big ears and seasoned skills of the ever mysterious Billy James Dean.
... more
If you like Everett Tree, you may also like:
B-Sides & Rarities: Vol. 1
by Ethan P. Flynn
An outpouring of errant, psychedelic experiments from one of the UK's most underrated cosmonauts, texturally rich and sonically deep.
go to album
The Convincer (20th Anniversary Edition)
by Nick Lowe
Released in 2001, “The Convincer” is a gentle gem in the Nick Lowe catalog; an anniversary edition provides opportunity for rediscovery.
go to album
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness.
go to album
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships.
go to album
Peacock Pools
by Pink Mountaintops
The first album from the psychedelic Pink Mountaintops in eight years deals with both joy, grief, and loss.
go to album
Newcastle, Australia's e4444e instills his airy indie pop with baroque flair and swooning psychedelic swells for a fluid, infectious affair.
go to album
The spirit of the Canterbury scene is alive and well across this groovy, harmonic psychedelic suite.
go to album
