I stood listening to the silence. The kind that stands its ground.
The landscapist's lament. Loose leaves a silent sound.
White noise. Dead air. Suburban despair.
A wasteland, appears. The Savior's cross is bare.
So let the days be aimless. So let the seasons drift.
Empty living east of Eden. Odds and evens ‘round our wrists.
So let the days be aimless. So let the seasons drift.
See the sun it also rises, and the iceberg's mostly missed.
Flower girls laying down silver pedals.
Solemn soldiers laid out in brass medals.
We're trading tongues now like the Phoenicians.
Bartering blind faith in the age of reason.
SO THIS IS IT! Middle aged now and thinning.
Whatever this is, well it sure isn't winning.
I've added all of the appropriate buzz words.
But darling I know that something's gone missing.
It's gone MISSING!!
We selected a circuitous path. The one with the most resistance.
The empire we built was anything but instant.
Our death was categorized as a suspicious omission.
Leftovers and remainders, casualties of long division.
from
Cathedrals,
released June 14, 2019
Music by Instant Empire
Lyrics by Scotty Saunders
Published by Point/Counterpoint Music (SESAC) and
Olde Oaks Music (SESAC)
Administered by Instant Empire Music (SESAC)
Produced and recorded by Sean Connaughty
Additional recording by Rich G at Ghosthouse, Denver, CO
Mixed by JD Feighner at Vineland Sound, N Hollywood, CA
Mastered by Jon Tornblom at Transparent Mastering, Hamilton, ON
Harmony vocals provided by Emma Cole
Artwork and layout by Luke Giltner
all rights reserved to Instant Empire, LLC