Curtains
by The Encaustics
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Digital Album
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Money On The Side
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Curtains Drawn
02:33
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Borrowed Eyes
02:49
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Death/Part 1
02:24
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Roman Empire
02:33
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Home
03:00
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Artisan Talk
02:49
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Acrobats
04:17
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All Grown Up
03:26
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Safe Harbour
03:35
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Deacons
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The long awaited follow up to the critically acclaimed 2001 album "Psychographic Diaries & Field Studies"
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released 01 July 2012
The Encaustics
The Encaustics
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This guy named Tong came to my home studio maybe 4 or 5 times in 2005 to record songs for an album. Haven't seen him since. We started with 1st or 2nd take demos, just him on acoustic & vocals into one SM-58, occasional rhythm tracks courtesy of a $50 Casio (listen for it in the mic bleed on some of the vocal tracks) all other instrumentation was added years later, first a hobby later an obsession ... more
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- Track Name: Money On The Side
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my new direction in pornography
quells my speech, past sedation
it overfeeds a curiosity
and leaves me scarred to scratch the blinds
any minute now, they'll come barging in
the streets are there, to guard my room
I took a stab at love but it stabbed me back
and this I've learned
is a difficult career
convictions you assign me
now it's off with my head
so go home
and break some bread
I'm scared to death to take a natural breath
these deafening creaks, and floating ideas
my loyal spouse isn't quite herself
she's messing around
she can't sit still
addictions always find me
now it's off with my head
so go home
and break some bread - Track Name: Curtains Drawn
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it lay encased in blue walls
the lopsided smile
wished you away
and then you came like before
while you waited in the rain
complained it "burned out your eyes"
the stitches came undone
when the spool was thrown away
these walls look so blue
when the midnight floods the room
well it came in through the window
to the ceiling hung the noose
I know there's a way
to describe how it's going
toss and turn in bed
nightmare kept you awake
the covers ripped in half
when the ugly curtains are drawn
these walls look so blue
when the midnight floods the room
well it came in through the window
to the ceiling hung the noose
la la la la... la la la
la la la la... la la la la - Track Name: Borrowed Eyes
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I have a borrowed set of eyes
to view this place
measured once
with a roll of tape
trading coughs, waiving passersby
they won't hear
if we turn out the lights
you can flaunt your act
like it's well rehearsed
a joke of an act, it's your soul desire
stunts and habits form and we
burn in the fire
just keep me warm so that
tonight I can sleep...
settle this fight with some teargas laced devotion - Track Name: Death/Part 1
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Death, she came knocking tonight
but I had a change of plans
you see, I been busy doing shit
just give me a place to rest these idle hands
something please, well i can't make up my mind
a rigid frame, weak hold my way
Storm, without a breeze
capsized boat against a stream
you see, it's not quite what it seems
let you go with that part of me
you see, it's not as wrong as it seems
let it go... with that part of me - Track Name: Death/Part 2 (Idle Hands)
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Death...
she came knocking tonight
but I had a change of plans
let you go with that part of me
let me arrest these idle hands
give me something please
i can't make up my mind
again...
a rigid frame, too weak to hold
this weight...
Death...
she came knocking tonight
but I had to take a stand
I'm not as strong as I used to be
I'm not as strong as I used to be
give me something please
i can't make up my mind
again...
this rigid frame, too weak to hold
this weight...
conned by a storm without a breeze... - Track Name: Roman Empire
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Jet sets, frat boys and sports stars
you can pick them all up on radar
but don't forget I'll be in your head
in your head is where I'll be
the signage along the interstate said
"forty-two miles from home"
make excuses for time to elapse
Jack Kerouac, "On the Road" to pass the time
someone please pour hot wax on my face
I wanna feel something
a bucket of glass I think should suffice
I wanna chew on something
well I'm leaving this room of four years
and I'm scared to death!
some say I'm a coward, but at best
I think it was all just a test I failed to pass
and I'll destroy all of your letters
and the works in process
all of which I never missed
you can fix your crooked teeth
but you can't "fix your smile"
because our love is like the Roman Empire, "forces from within"
forlorn skyscrapers destroyed by a "fire from within?"
I'm moving on, moving on, and I'm moving... I'm moving on
well I just want someone to play guitar
I want someone to fix this broken 4-track
it's all messed up I know to begin with
but it's all a juggling act - Track Name: Home
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the preludes got a choke hold on the iridescent morning room
one glorious movement is bound for the door
I watch the world's progress through these
stained-glass windows, which maps a tacit crystal ball
home to climb the foothills, showered the eastern shore
she's sitting pretty someplace in these ivory clouds
ugly ass curtains with a binocular around her neck
everything feels so peaceful here in this morning room
every time I come come around the dog still barks at me
this U.S. country back road is looking lonely
I miss this view of New York City from the 4th floor window sill
she used to sit and listen to me snore
dialogue sounds so beautiful when she
would allow me to throw in
some of my own words
in winter I cling to her
the menorah adorns the mantle
static on her dress
that sticks to the pantyhoes...
oh no!
sadness still prevails within these off-white weathered walls
and in time think I'll resubscribe to "Better Homes"
everything looks so golden now in this once sterile room
where my mind is burning out of... control - Track Name: Artisan Talk
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sound proof the dark
we light up the yard
stills of the street
weaken the walls of our home
they were calling
the criminals and cons
"Artisan Talk"
keeps me so calm
blankets the beast
brings me back home to the streets
they were calling
the criminals and cons - Track Name: Acrobats
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you should let your hair grow
over your eyes, longer on the sides
to hide the rising, that fold and crashes on itself
and this is where you're comfortable
and this I understand, I'll take you from it
you mentioned in your sleep that
"an unexamined life is tasteless!"
your acrobatic legs will...
stumble through the dark, to find a home
eyes many have tried to,
break those legs to pieces
and hammer in the hairpins,
maybe even look me in the eye?
