To the Ones My Ears Love

by The Poets of Caterwaul

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released April 18, 2010

All Songs by Sunil K Chopra and Greg Dandeles
Recorded at Point-Sized Studios, Chicago
For Dan, Thank You.

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Track Name: I Know That You're Wrong
Someday I will be your friend, if it takes all my life. For although I don't like what you stand for, I know it's alright.
I know I'm not always right.
And though you might be alright, I know that you are wrong.

Back when we were barbarians, it was easy to be real. You could follow your passions, do whatever you feel, but that shit can kill if you get in the way.
It's alright. I know I'm not always right.
And though you might be alright, I know that you are wrong.

Who do you think you are?
To be right all the time, when you've caused so much harm?

Although I voted against it, you represent me. You say what I stand for, you tell me what I need. But I won't kill for you, so please, don't kill for me.
It's alright. I know I'm not always right.
And though you might be alright, I know that you are wrong.

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
To be right all the time, when you're so god damn wrong?

Someday I will be your friend.

There is not always an answer
there is not always an answer
war is never the answer

Someday I will be your friend, if it takes all my life. For although I don't like what you stand for, I know
Track Name: Dream of Hate
What's this sorrow about?
Why can't we sort it out?
Why's the truth getting worse than fiction?
It takes a whole lot of clout and a need to test it out to place the world in such a bullshit position.

I never dreamed I would lie awake and hate, lie and wait for a new inquisition.
If we are built to destroy ourselves in fear, then why put up with the endless transitions?

Fear is always around, I won't let it get me down.
This world is more than a one supposition.
Suppose we're all just one mistake, deep inside a dream of hate, bound to consume itself since its own conception.

I never dreamed I would lie awake and hate, lie and wish for some new information.
If we are made of the thoughts in our heads, why can we not control our obsessions?

There is no reason to believe, to use a myth as a sieve, to call to arms based on weak superstition.
If we could lay down our guns and realize we were all one, then we could no longer call ourselves "humans."

I never dreamed I would lie awake and hate, lie and wish for an end to volition.
If we are made to exist or survive, why must we ask a myth for permission?

If we are built to destroy ourselves in fear, why put up with the endless transitions?
Track Name: Please Don't Change
Come in from the cold where fire wheels roll.
The weeds at your feet are all that you eat.
There's someone inside all that money you find.
The floors and the walls of your ancient dark halls,
so, please, please don't change.
please, please

The water will rise up over your eyes.
You haven't looked yet at the people you met.
They'll drown in the sea of what you can see.
The corners of truth are the sorrows of mirth,
but, please, please don't change
please, please
please, please

She stands on her feet in the widening street,
as wide as it's long, all direction has gone.
So forward and back have been lost in the black.
There's nowhere to go when you're already home,
so, please, please don't change
please, please

You're the only one who knows
what is real from what you're told.
You're the only one who knows
what is real from what you know.


please, please don't change
please, please

There's a place in the sea so dark you can't see,
like another place in the vastness of space,
that place in the ground that we'll all go down.
So dark you can't see,
so real you can't be,
so cold you can't feel,
so dead you're not real,
so off you're the same,
but, please, please don't change
please, please
Track Name: The Words You Repeat
Despite our minds, despite our thoughts,
the tragedies the faithful wrought,
there's so much trust in faith's blindness,
yet so much fear can kill kindness.

Through faith in god and governance,
this government is not for hire,
unless the price you name is higher.

They'll sell us all for a place in heaven.

Please deliver me from heaven.

When I look up to heaven, all I see is a building storm loom between us and the lights. And when that lightning finally strikes, with fear and hate, we'll strike right back. Screaming wildly at the clouds, they fire blindly into crowds.

But a soldier gets a special place in heaven.

Please deliver them from heaven.
Please deliver them from heaven.

The cock crows 3, bells toll for thee
the words you repeat have been robbed of all meaning
deliver me
deliver me
deliver me
deliver me from the darkness of a mind made up.

How many kids will have to die to validate the sacrifice?
How deep must we go to dig ourselves from a hole?
A sacrifice of our freedom, a sacrifice for our freedom. They'll dig a hole down, down, down to heaven.

Or just fill it up with bodies.

Please deliver us from heaven.
Please deliver us from heaven.

Please deliver me from heaven.

Deliver me.
Deliver me.
Deliver me.
Deliver me from heaven.
Track Name: It Still Feels Late
You wake up early, but it feels so late
the sun is shining in right on your face
you went to bed again with that feeling in your head

You decided wrong, you missed your chance, your call
You tried to hard, or not at all
You may not make it right, but you'll have to make it to the night

Because the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams

You come home early, but it still feels late
Your job can't kill you, but it comes damn close
You're sick to death again with the world that we live in

The rent is late, the bills aren't paid
A war goes on so far away
You're out to change the world. Well, I'd change if I could

I'd never judge or get angry, I'd be more kind, I'd be a saint
I'd wake up to the truth

But the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams

[lyrics in French]

You left so early, I left too late.
I missed the train while you had to wait.
I'm standing in the rain, left behind again.

These words aren't easy, but I wanted to say.
All I wanted was for you to stay.
Time is only change, so let's swear to stay this way.

As if these words meant a thing, but you'd believe they're all there is and thought can change the world we're in, so let's sleep it all away.

'Cause the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams
the sleep is full of dreams . . .
Track Name: The Five Year Plan
I could be anything I want
Could've been an astronaut
but I'd rather drive my crappy car
than spend two years on a trip to Mars
Mars
Mars

I could eat anything I want
now that I'm an adult
but I'd rather be famous
than happy with a fat ass
ass
ass

I don't feel any older, though I must be getting older
I don't feel any older anyway

I wrote twelve songs for guitar
I only finished three or four
but who really needs all those songs?
I'd already been playing for so long
long
long

I don't feel any older, though I must be getting older
I don't feel any older anyway

I don't feel any older, though I must be getting older
I don't feel any older, though I must be getting older
anyway

I believe anything I want
I'd believe, but I'd rather not
if I've got a soul, then I can't tell
if I'm wrong, then I'll see you in hell
hell
hell
hell

I'll see you in hell.
Track Name: St. Sophia
On the eve of St. Sophia,
the boy who prays in rhymes
sang a line of shadows, soft and dim
and stretched out along him

The shadows at his feet
were like the smallest sky
intertwined with leaves

Softly sing the little things
that stay inside your crooked mind
so cluttered with the visions of Sophia

On the morning of Sophia's birth,
with eyes of tears so sweet,
"My dearest vision," she seemed to weep,
"I need you to come home, dear."

But the boy was lost inside his mind
behind his song and intertwined with her

Softly sing the little things
that stay inside your crooked mind
so cluttered with the visions of Sophia

And he sang,

Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia
I needed your release
Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia
I wanted to believe

but this medicine is killing me
ambition's left me numb
you promised all the answers
but all you left was love

Oh Sophia, Oh Sophia

The boy sang soft and all alone
far from St. Sophia's home
but songs of sadness travel far
and her ears heard every word.
Track Name: Greg Dandeles's 115th Religion
If my philosophy were religion we would worship everything,
believe in what we dreamed,
write scriptures on our hands

to remind us of the truth we scream in bars at night
with beers in our hands that hold the gospel of last night.

Don't come back until you've made it right.
Don't come back until you make it right

Until you take it back and give her back and change the past

If my religion had a Satan, he would only speak in threats of pain, he'd treat her love with disdain,
but still she stays with him!

Is her fear as great as his, or his she just afraid of it
is she afraid for him?

Don't come back until you've made it right
Don't come back until you've made it right

Until you take it back and give her back, change the past.

I cannot get away
I cannot get away

It hurts too much to say,
but I don't know what I would do if I had to fight or run away

If my philosophy were religion
I would sacrifice what I believe for everything that I believe
I'd trust in what I feel
and fight to make it real.

I would get girl, I'd save the day
make everything for me.
Track Name: Tomorrow
Tomorrow we walk with hands as one.
We, being unoccupied, sleep afternoons.
Tomorrow we redefine fun.
We, losing concentration, stare into the sun.

Tomorrow we forget to know wrong.
We, boiling in the heat, forget to be cold,

when we grow old.

Melting like a cat caught in the corona of a star that's so bright I can't see,
I'll liquefy under the pressure of the biggest sky.

Tomorrow we sublimate into the air.
Tomorrow we find that we don't care.
We, being like hydrogen, combust and disappear.

Tomorrow we can reinvent the Right.
We, being blank paper, into airplanes fold,

when we grow old