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From a certain height all our lives seem bright, but nothing changes.
And that's why I climbed up on this roof tonight.
Alone with just my thoughts and the gentle hum, of the engines.
I gaze upon a thousand homes, and I've never felt quite so alone.
I trace each tiny crack in the chimney stacks, at the factory.
It's weathered face, like each life displaced.
Left it empty here and they disappeared, moving forward.
To leave their histories behind and their worried friends far from their mind.
And still we try, to feel something,
But we can't know, what it's like
We're just grateful, that it's not us
Every light I see shines on someone like me, casting shadows,
That's why they've built walls around themselves.
Though we share our lives and suffer the same strife, we stay seperate.
True empathy unknown, all I'll ever feel is on my own.
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A glowing candle held,
up to a burnt out face
Your shadow dances across the bricks and swells
Then disappears without a trace.
Within a faded room,
a million scenes played out.
A thousand breaths that never calmed your nerves,
Conspire to blow each candle out
Scrawl our names in the walls that our fathers made,
Scream down the empty halls and hear the echoes fade.
We learn to hide ourselves from the roles we've played.
Hoist your head into the light, for every memory you made
In a house transformed,
by disappearing days,
We etch the stories we want read to us,
but night just steals them all away.
Each fire we start in vein,
the flames all choked by the air
To live like this or search for brighter days
then struggle trying to get us there.
Scrawl our names in the walls that our fathers made,
Shout through the empty halls and hear the echoes fade.
We learn to hide ourselves from the roles we've played.
Hoist your head into the light, for every memory you made
Within a faded room,
a million scenes played out.
A thousand breaths that never calmed your nervers,
Conspire to kill the light with doubt
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I've been walking round in circles,
just to trying to find out where I am.
All the roads look like each other,
this map has fallen from my hand.
I'll ask passers by which way to go,
blank faced and so uncertain.
They'll point to the ground and smile so slow,
eyes hollowed black from all their hurting.
And I'll think,
while I'm...awkwardly walking,
nowhere fast
That I've ignored,
not all but most of the talking,
but nothing lasts
When I finally find my way home,
or a road that leads me onwards.
The street lights all will gently whisper,
in their own voice but they'll use your words.
And I'll think,
while I'm...awkwardly walking,
nowhere fast
That I've ignored,
not all but most of the talking,
but nothing lasts
Every brick falls to the pavement,
with every memory unveiled,
And as I walk and I remember,
the street starts swallowing itself.
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released September 27, 2014
SF002 - Gone Wishing / Behold, The Old Bear - Split cassette
Gone Wishing is an acoustic alternative songwriter, with comparison to Bill Callaghan and Mike Kinsella, directing his emotive musing right to the heart. On this release Gone Wishing offers up three brand new tracks; The Watchers, Hoist Your Head Into The Light and Nothing And Nowhere, all of which showcase his heartfelt talent. Gone Wishing has also contributed the artwork for this split release. Please do check out more of his incredible art here -
www.facebook.com/gonewishingdoesart
Behold, The Old Bear, led by Raindeer of Mitchell Museum fame, take making fun, quirky and inventive pop music very seriously. With three tracks from them; Restless Days, Demons In Love and Seven Maybe Eight on the other side of this split cassette, we think it's a winning combination.
Tracks 1-3:
Gone Wishing is Owen McLaughlin
All instruments played on these tracks were played by Owen McLaughlin with the exception of the bass which was played by Ross Middlemiss.
Recorded by Ross Middlemiss at our Milton St Studio in Dundee.
Massive thanks to Ross for his patience (which was duely tested) and infinite skill, Neil at Scottish Fiction for putting his time and efforts into supporting Scottish music so passionately, Behold, the Old Bear for sharing this tape with me, all my friends and family for being really good people, anyone who's supported my creative adventures be it in music, art or nonsense chat and my amazing ladyfriend Ruby and her awesome supportive skills.
Tracks 4-6:
Behold, The Old Bear are Raindeer, Del, and Cameron.
Words and music by Behold, The Old Bear.
All tracks mastered by Dave Simpson.
Behold The Old Bear would like to thank Neil Wilson at Scottish Fiction for organising and putting this release out.
Released as part of Cassette Store Day 2014. Cassettes produced and packaged by Jon Anderson at Dixon Street Studios.
scottishfiction.bandcamp.com
scottishfiction.co.uk
www.facebook.com/gonewishingacousticmusic
gonewishing.bandcamp.com
www.facebook.com/pages/Behold-the…/144478815569930
soundcloud.com/behold-the-old-bear
