Dredg - El Cielo lyrics
- Brushstroke: dcbtfoabaaposba
- Same Ol' Road
- Sanzen
- Brushstroke: New Heart Shadow
- Triangle
- Sorry But It's Over
- Convalescent
- Brushstroke: A Walk In The Park
- 18 People Live In Harmony
- Scissor Lock
- Brushstroke: Reprise
- Of The Room
- Brushstroke: An Elephant In The Delta Waves
- It Only Took A Day
- Whoa Is Me
- The Canyon Behind Her
Brushstroke: dcbtfoabaaposba
Same Ol' Road
Here we go
down that same old road again,
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds,
All beauty within,
Here we go
down that same old road again,
A memory, a regret, a hope.
Here we go
down that same old road again,
Empathy controls the wind that blows,
And tickles our skin,
A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulus.
Recent it seems,
we must push on, we must push on,
though we bleed,
we must push on, we must push on.
All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood,
In a modest town, where honest people dwell.
Making the cleanest energy,
For the greenest plants to grow,
In the richest soil that is drenched,
With the freshest rain,
Then you should sit in your backyard,
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops,
Because they unveil honest opinions
about the stars.
We must push on, recent it seems,
We must push on, we must push on,
Though we bleed, we must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood.
Sanzen
I can't even concentrate on this,
It's over thought, anticipated,
The pen ink is running dry,
It's been thrown to paper and wasted,
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted,
Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book,
'till they're torn out and pasted,
to inside of my memory,
where I can later look and see them in a new gallery,
where they can later be viewed and appreciated.
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon,
We'll be with you soon
Longing for what has been lost,
And longing for what hasn't been obtained,
It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future,
Only now remains
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon,
We'll be with you soon
Brushstroke: New Heart Shadow
Instrumental
Triangle
We're born into silence
and let it all be
Lift your anchor
and just float astray
Born into silence
and let it all be.
Fortune in silence...
Watch it explode
while fragments of irony's examples fly
and hit the shore
And tyranny's torn
from the podiums where leaders stand...
but rule no more
Plead with nothing
Why don't we lecture about something?
Protest the way
we're passive today
Watch it explode
while it's not impossible for flowers to bloom and grow
next to graves
And babies are born
in the same buildings where people go
to pass away...
Pass away
Plead with nothing
Why don't we lecture about something?
Protest the way
we're passive today
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes?
Born into silence
and let it all be
Lift your anger
and just float astray
Born into silence
and let it all be
Fortune in silence...
Sorry But It's Over
Distorted and complicated
I'm sorry but it's over
Essential to awaken...
how moving
Here we are
That's what it's all about
I'm sorry but it's over
To love here and to love this...
I'm finally breathing
Before you go,
there is something more to say
Persistent resentment
I'm sorry but it's over
Seduction for destruction
I'm finally breathing
To love this, all this
It's what it's all about all the way
Before you go,
there is something more to say
Convalescent
This lonely old man had heart, resting
Gray hairs on wrinkled arms
with nothing but a stool to hold up his back
Skinny legs with Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Unaware of his surroundings
Youth, it passed
Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill,
the scent attracts
He's just scared about dying
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand him
Save your clever statements
Brave your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it
To believe that...
to think back...
to realize that
no sad days have come to an end
where all...
where all has been lost
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements
Brave yourself if you want in
It's the only way to understand it
Brushstroke: A Walk In The Park
Instrumental.
No lyrics.
18 People Live In Harmony
The opera is over, singers have all gone home,
Seats are empty, the kitchen is closed,
The sidewalks are sprayed down,
The blinds are pulled down, foundations unstable,
The wrecking ball's back,
Quiet business vacancy, quiet business vacancy.
Rents are rising, our lease is up, culture is down.
The symphony's concluded,
The instruments are all cased up,
The notes are silent, music's still apparent.
Rents are rising, our lease is up,
Culture is down, spirits are jaded,
Art is trying, is art dead?
Art is dying, is it dead?
Believe it, we needed to move on.
A one track mind in a one way time,
Let's go ahead and gentrify,
We let art die with robot minds,
They steal the brush and paint boundary lines.
A stale kind of people we'll find,
Walking in single file line,
I think it's time we finally rewind,
Let's go ahead, we might as well
Rents are rising, our lease is up,
Culture is down, spirits are jaded
Scissor Lock
I think I'm awake
Rolling on my blanket
I'm sinking into the bed
Light around me
Beautful washes of pulsating color
Buzzing white noise
It sounds like one hundred bees
I, too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
Lucid...
you control it
Body's asleep
and your mind is awake
I, too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
Brushstroke: Reprise
Here we go - down that same old road again.
Of The Room
White cloth
Black napkins
Wood chairs surround me
Wood tables
Foggy side
in front with no light
Night falls beneath candle light
Cast shadows
Incense fragrance
from the corner of the room
Cloudy senses
Stale light
below, beneath
Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter sky
Night falls beneath wintered sky
White squalls beneath winter skies
Faceless crowd
of elderly beings
Roses sprouting
Yellow glow
The sub-conscience into the
night beneath
Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies
Brushstroke: An Elephant In The Delta Waves
(Instrumental)
It Only Took A Day
Think we know,
oblivious though
Unified clones
sit like stones
up on thrones
of fools gold
Looking bold
but all alone
Restore our needed shelter
Sitting sideways
Something deep
Wading water
Pants at my knees
Fading with growth
Lie awake
Buried stones
All alone
Restore our needed shelter
Our flawless endeavor...
to be alone
Sitting sideways
Something deep
Wading water
Pants at my knees
Sitting sideways
Something deep
Fading with growth
Lie awake
Whoa Is Me
The only things surrounding you now
Are the circular memories
Infect your conscience
They are the make up of your worries
Regrets and doubts
Elective betrayal of your person
Radiates confidence
Shine with silence
And shadow the ones below
This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and foggy head
Waiting for the snow
When the water comes
I will overflow
I will overflow
When the water comes
I will overflow
There's one more thing
I forgot to tell you
Worries and doubts
Will only help you
In the long run
You'll shadow the ones below
This drought is leaving me
With cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed
With a dry mouth and foggy head
Waiting for the snow
When the water comes
I will overflow
I will overflow
When the water comes
I will overflow
The Canyon Behind Her
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
I built a wall,
It's stretched 1000 miles, set it off,
A massacre, it's holding up the roof,
Breast feed your hearts.
It set it off
I saw a distant port,
with no water to support,
burning
the bridge between
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
Never content nor satisfied,
Intentions of self,
Massacre change and history,
Borderline paranoia,
Yelling out their own right
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
Does anybody feel this way?
Does anybody feel like I do?
Half of me is gone,
The lonesome part is left,
I cannot find the other half,
I cannot find the other half,
I cannot find the other half,
I cannot find the other half.