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To the Ones My Ears Love

by The Poets of Caterwaul

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1.
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
2.
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?
3.
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
4.
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.
5.
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 . . .
6.
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.
7.
St. Sophia 03:44
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.
8.
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.
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Tomorrow 02:12
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

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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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