Remnants

by Sympathy and The Lion

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released 27 January 2015

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Track Name: Invisible Lines
What's to become of us here
when we've locked ourselves away
behind invisible lines?
I heard you fell for New York
and that New York fell for you
that acceptance was not what you sought
but was it something to defend
or hide behind?

Someday I will rise
all the way up
to my knees
and agree
the best of you
has nothing at all to do with me.
In-between the tired candles of that night
and the ancient gold of morning
I will learn not to speak
and I will not dare
to speak out-loud
until I have nothing to say.

I'm guilty of taking what comes easy
you say you have regrets
I've heard them all
I shape-shift all my memories
into a history of my choosing
and now acceptance is not what I seek
I want something to defend
I want you to hide behind me
until we learn
that we are never ahead
and we are never behind
time.

Someday I will rise
all the way up
to my knees
and agree
the best of me
has nothing at all
to do with me
In-between the tired candles of that night
and the ancient gold of morning
I will learn to not speak
and I will not dare
to speak out-loud
until I have nothing to save.
Track Name: Write A Song Called Paris
I can still see you on the terrace
singing above the Latin Quarter of Paris
but I can't remember all your words
Something about how you were never gonna
go back to Los Angeles
and break free from the ones who only love you
for who you used to be
stand somewhere between
sympathy and pride
with nothing to hide
as Paris turned on the lights
and sapphired the sky

I got sick in Pere Lachaise
I thought about digging up Chopins hands
wearing his bones around my neck
putting him to use again
and writing you a song called Paris
above all the ones who are only loved
for who they used to be
somewhere between
nostalgia and forgetting
Camille Claudel and Jacques Brel
sat beside me
sculpting and singing

Draw your strength from the tortures of beauty
you can touch what you cannot possess
you make the eyes of old portraits glisten
you're a rose in the snow
a witness

I reached for you from across the Seine
the dark secrets of her discipline
in a secret ceremony I touched your reflection
and it undulated to a memory in my blood
The gypsy boys played their accordion songs
sad but strong
haunted by the girls on the underground trains
red lipstick
dressed in black
all the beauty of Paris
on their backs.

Drawing strength from the tortures of beauty
you can touch what you cannot possess
you make the eyes of old portraits glisten
you're a rose in the snow
a witness
Track Name: Diego c.1877
Diego, run
for if I could take your place
I'd never change.
Put me in your pocket.
You're like a razor blade
you never hesitate.
Take me through the places I fear
Let me roll your cigarettes
Can I wear your museum destined hat?
I'll braid and bead your hair
in all the colors of the leaves
that tremble as if the whole world
is under our breath.

Lets go
Thieving
horses
Arms spread
we're flying
guns blazing
turn me in
to a constellation.

Diego please.
I spend all my energy
barricading myself
off from the city.
It bangs and moans
like a prison tightening in solitary
wrongly convicted.
The last american fairy tale
is in your blood
and you're living within reach
of a flash flood
disassembling time assembled disbelief

Lets go
thieving horses
arms spread
we're flying
guns blazing
turn me in
to a constellation.
Track Name: Leaps of Love
Will you go with me, darling
to a place that only exists
when you do the work that only you can do
and spellbind me with leaps of love.

Do what will take the rest of your life
what will always remain incomplete
that which you did not choose but is you
and spellbind me with leaps of love.

I keep having the same dream
of a deer flailing to flee the wound in his side
and I know the deer is me.
In the dark I hear the rising sun
See a hunter skulking behind the trees
and somehow I don't know,
but the hunter is also me.

It is our great war it seems
to defend who we are against what
we made to believe should become
and remain spellbound by leaps of love.

So fail until you don't feel like a failure
and fail until you remember
what you never thought you'd forget
and spellbind me with leaps of love.

For you are not more beautiful
than you are when you break the chains
in the hearts of shame
just be who you are
and spellbind me with leaps of love.
Track Name: Wide-Eyed Dove
You raised your army from dust
to defend the city in your heart
armed with amulets and sage
you lost form
and moved like fire.
For your accolade
I will not wait to be delivered
to a state of grace
I will not wait for redemption to fall
but take your vow to live simply
to throw blizzards back to the sky
resuscitate the trees
re-attach the leaves
as they fall

Under the armor of a saint
comes your enemy
under the flag of a friend.
On a quest to touch his torch to your fear
He only illuminates

What makes you unbreakable
does not give joy unspeakable
you must raise an army up
with a broken harp
to defend the city in your heart
wide-eyed dove
grow the talons of a hawk.

The salt of the sea must be carried
like a sadness in your heart
a melancholy your mind can't reach
that keeps you as thin as spring
and heavy as fall
In the one star city nights of woe
where the machines echo
I feel the rivers of Earth
running through my veins
I have many sides
Invincible, rapid and cold.

Under the armor of a saint
comes your enemy
under the flag of a friend.
On a quest to touch his torch to your fear
He only illuminates
What makes you unbreakable
does not give joy unspeakable
you must raise an army up
with a broken harp
to defend the city in your heart
wide-eyed dove
grow the talons of a hawk.
Track Name: Hail, Hail
I just saw the world
just as it saw you
and it softened my gaze.
There was music
from instruments of branch and bone
as if the Earth was still being born.
Hail, hail to the mountains still against the sky
and the perfect memories of the sea.
Where you stilled your mind until you believed
all thats been taken and lost
was given.

The last time I saw you, you convinced me
the stone I sought to break was inside me.
You were right and I lost that fight
now I sit here alone
breaking stones.
Hail Hail! To the ones who realign themselves
with what they once loved long ago.
I just close my eyes until I believe
all thats been taken or lost is before me

Hail Hail to the child lost inside me
The hand armed with my final blow
Hail Hail to the torches we carried
that lit to motion
the cave paintings of hope.

Oh, it's not the leaving I love
but the fear of losing you
I am only in the moment
when the moments near its end
This place is already a memory
even as you stand before me
but I can't celebrate your beauty
cause I can't celebrate our end

We are but a moment
set in motion millennia ago
and I'm through
blaming time.
Track Name: Remnants
I never got over you
The feeling I had known you before
the first time I saw you walk through the door
Memories unremembered at once remembered
the veil of time dropped to the floor
I saw myself die for your love
but in your arms
a thousand years ago.

On ships of cinnamon and cardamom
I followed a raven to your coast
I brought you all the spices of the world
Tell me you remember, even if you don't
You took a button off my coat
all the spice and the sea
you said I was the best smelling man
in the world

I will prove myself to be the hero of all your history
Your sacrifice, Your revolution
The remnants of your every beginning
In the wind like the tiniest of seeds
the ghost of me
will find
the ghost of you.

I built a house out of the stones
from the caves where we kept secret
from the wolves and the storms of the old world
I trace over your petroglyphs
until I can feel your hand in mine
until you are warm as a summer morning
until you are looking me right in the eye

My bones dream of becoming flutes
to hang from the waltzing oak tree
to sing and chime you the songs of the wind
you always moved like music
and everything I've needed to know
I learned from your movement
and your whispers
beneath the masks of god.

I will prove myself to be
the hero of all your history
your sacrifice, your revolution
the remnants of your every beginning
In the wind like the tiniest of seeds
the ghost of me
will find
the ghost of you