Impasse

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released 16 February 2012
All songs written by Scott Herder.
Lyrics by Scott Herder, except "Tides," with selected lyrics drawn from John Steinbeck's Cannery Row.
Produced by Scott Herder & Phanat Chan and Colin Parrish.
Mixed by Phanat Chan and Colin Parrish.
Mastered by Phanat Chan.

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Track Name: Impasse
Say we want the same--
But neither of us know the way.
Say, the paint's the same,
But every moving part's turned rust.

I know, it's so long waiting there to find ourselves.

Holding ghosts kept tucked
To fly across the open sky,
We've sewn colours on,
Stitching up over the mire.

I know, it's so long waiting there to find ourselves
While all that we've grown cuts along to stem the flow.

There's no crashing through the crux:
Love is never love enough.
And is faith practice enough?

Staked our path on an impasse,
Calling out to echo back,
Hope is never hope enough.

Say we want the same--
But neither of us know the way.
Feel along these walls
And breezing in through open doors
Track Name: Tides
Now the tide is pooling
Where sides were casting stones.
Crawling up the reef that we built above our home.
Even so...

Combers that roll in from the whistling buoy,
The bottom is hurrying with crabs in the fronds.
As it clears, you're passing invitations
To anyone shedding off their tin can homes.

So, go--
The air is burdened--
Into other arms,
With glass over the world's lovely colours.

Every night I'm waking
From dreams of where you've flown.
Even now I know that I've held the taste of life,
Even now.

Lifting up cups and gold at the great feast,
A small and forgotten time I have had full
In my eyes from off of my girl:
The whitest pouring out of eternal light.

So, go--
Track Name: Meaning/Word
Who am I, when I'm between the meaning and the word that's heard?
My infinite or his moment:
A flattering word turns all I've said out.
I am nothing
Track Name: Tracts
After rolling through the night,
Crossing bridges caught on fire,
I woke within your light.
Passing over nothern roads,
Drifting into logging tracts
To dive where lakes are lost.

To burn it down.
I read it still now,
On every curve of shining skin.
The water's still now, to cut it out.

While my fingers still dripped, I
Traced a tract upon your arm.
My shirt to shade your face, while you slept in the sun.
Wrote that I fucked up the way,
But every step that's off the path
The ground would tilt me back.

To write it down.
I read it still now,
On every curve of shining skin.
The water's still now, to cut it out.

I logged a road, curving through your soul's side.
I let the sun warm it out.

All this while you slept.
Track Name: Kits
I swam the streets of holly and palms,
And I walked through the drops of the rain in the heat.
On beaches where I found a shell for your home,
I filled the colour cracks had shown.
But nothing would fit, and those holes yet remain.

You called for reason from your balcony,
calling out your regret for the bed that we made.
And voices returned, said it's just like the last,
Burning the blueprints of our home.
Step through what's left, only love yet remains.

Now we're leaving where we are born.
Leave it all to find no brighter shores.

I tucked my heart with the rocks on the shelves,
And I flew from the corner of Second and Yew,
Where under the mountains I learned how to love.
Kits, where I don't know the world's address,
And where all the seas are flooding the streets.