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Tonight I’ll try to find;
step out into brilliant light
Tonight I’ll mourn,
and mind of the sanction and plight
Hadn’t dawned on me
the sheer scale of their stride
And now I surely know
to them my freedoms are tied
Had I ever known of this expectation
Have I ever known of complicity?
I will rise
And dissent in the face of decree
We are bound
Shapes that are different must be
This apprenticeship gives,
bygones are lost in the noise
A confluence welcome
I marvel this odyssey’s joys
An abundance of lore;
uphold the reverence deserved
Surrounded by duals,
but otherness’ right is conserved
Had I ever known of this expectation
Have I ever known of complicity?
I will rise
and dissent in the face of decree
We are bound
Shapes that are different must be
I will rise
and dissent in the face of decree
We are bound
Shapes that are different must be
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2. |
Lessons
01:26
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James
04:00
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A boy in the fifth,
yet sand and blue;
those words they start to ring
His yearning—they’re proven;
he comes to know
The balance begins to tip
Kicking stones down the shingle,
a critical mass was reached
Oh, James
His sails remain furled, oh, James
A denial, and so deficit,
an imposition
Silk slipping through his fingers
Indecision discerned;
they're one and the same
Those words they stay ringing
Kicking stones down the shingle,
a critical mass was reached
Oh, James
His sails remain furled, oh, James
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4. |
Exhale
02:22
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How must I love
For you
How much I’ll love
For you
How much I’ll love
For you that night
How much did I love
For to do that night
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5. |
He
04:23
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The freeness I move to into
honestly, it jars and stuns
I’m still not used to it at all
Embrace it cause it’s all I’d hoped
The stuff of dreams and dread now
subject to enquiry’s call
A process of becoming as I
talk it to reality
He, I say, with a lucidity
A dissonance creeps, can I oust it fully?
And I will strive to win back what is mine
This incandescence doesn’t feel real
I mind it clear as day
in the smoking area of yore
A hand laid for and rested to
Impossibility ’til now
I watch the starlings sailing;
serenity in silken strands
A new found light diffuses wide,
illuminating districts new
He, I say, with a lucidity
A dissonance creeps, can I oust it fully?
And I will strive to win back what is mine
This incandescence doesn’t feel real
He, I say, with a lucidity
A dissonance creeps, can I oust it fully?
And I will strive to win back what is mine
This incandescence doesn’t feel real
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6. |
Beyond What You Know
01:27
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7. |
Where Do We Go From Here
03:55
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Living at the locus;
a reservoir of sorts
Becoming has begun,
departing from all ports
So here we are again;
the calling all too known
The sacrosanct is marred,
the burden and the bone
Where, where do we go from here?
Where, where do we go from here?
And the monologues pervade,
to spaces neutral thrust
The bullhorn front and centre;
the plight they cause it cuts
A violence in rhetoric,
pitched as just debate
one that serves to protect
but moves to dissipate
Where, where do we go from here?
Where, where, where do we go from here?
Where, where do we go from here?
Where, where, where do we go from here?
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8. |
Nothing
03:54
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Nothing’s been, nothing’s true
in this shifting shade of blue
I cannot accept the bounds
that essentialism sounds
Through this tour I’ll try to know
that our essence is all flow
Nothings told, nothing’s sworn
through presumption I am worn
To comply is to be mined,
but I’m sure I’ll try to find
yes I’m sure I’ll try to find
A question without answer
A weightlessness
A perfect un-resolve
A limitless cartography calls,
I know I’ll dance with it all
Nothing’s set, nothing’s stacked
impulse should be ours to back
To codify our desire
is to impoverish and mire
Now it’s clear, I’ll make to go
‘cause its what is mine to show
Nothing’s thrown, nothing’s spent;
it’s all part of the ascent
Won’t be forced, the mastermind
We don’t have to be defined
We don’t have to be defined
A repertoire unstable
An ocean free
A contradiction’s air
A boundless excavation keeps on
I’ll know I’ve not foregone
Nothing lost, or not to gain
to continue on this plane
We refuse concession’s cry
to delimit and deny
A question without answer
A weightlessness
A perfect un-resolve
A limitless cartography calls,
I know I’ll dance with it all
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9. |
Ascend
05:54
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The stasis strikes and levels
I couldn’t breathe
Guess I felt obliged
Now or never, right?
I quiver with trepidation
This is what it was to be
And so we ascend
There is no ceremony,
we bound through
I am outside of myself
A dissipation under way;
an odium set in motion
Our ceilings rise, my heart constricts
And so we ascend
A visceral form within me,
it sears a brand
Threw up in the toilet, threw out the sheets
A dawn I’d dreamt forever;
a sentencing passed with full force
I am resigned to it
And so we ascend
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10. |
I Am Good
04:47
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How to unfold?
Bestowed a great technology; we behold
Despite immersion’s turn,
the bruises left behind; a cue to unlearn
When all’s said and done,
recalibration calls
I’ll expand on it,
‘cause it’s what feels real
When will these shadows abate?
They linger where they’re stood
Though sometimes they pull me apart,
I know that I am good
I know I’ll always bear
an education’s load, a residue’s glare
A threat of vacancy
furtively belies the ways that I see
But as life moves on,
I see the fulcrum’s stress
And to care for it
is to make for truth
When will these shadows abate?
They linger where they’re stood
Though sometimes they pull me apart,
I know that I am good
When will these shadows abate?
They linger where they’re stood
Though sometimes they pull me apart,
I know that I am good
When will these shadows abate?
They linger where they’re stood
Though sometimes they pull me apart,
I know that I am good
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11. |
The Right Kind Of Tears
04:38
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How does a sorrow so strong
feel so right?
Open the gates to the field
turn on the flood lights
Oh, God
I thought I’d arrived
I guess that I’m now just departing
for all that I’ve strived
The shadows set in for a while;
that’s all right
An inherently human grief;
the right kind of tears
Compared to the violent despair
of those formative years
I watch myself writing a letter;
a bid to infuse
Pass relics of our time together
their memories bruise
A punch to the gut but I know
it’s all right
A patient wakes up on a ward
and he’s no longer welcome
It speaks volumes that a pain such as his
is a positive outcome
Afforded, as everyone else,
a heart that will sing
A gravity compounded by longing,
invisible wings
These stitches and sutures will scar,
and that’s alright
So the trials of this voyage are great,
its brute force becomes clear
But the bottom line is this is real,
it’s a part of my time here
To weather these storms is to live,
And that’s alright
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12. |
Cinema
04:15
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Cinema
We are everything
I abandon
myself to it
Fleeting moments
of intensity
stolen in the square
This belongs to me
Deepest presence
A certain alchemy
Like coming up for air
I’ve found my providence
Suspended in time
A coil pulled taut
The power it holds
can fracture the self
Cinema
un-becoming
I abandon
myself to it
Shrouded white
The rise and fall
All I’d ever dreamed of
All I’d ever dreamed of
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Hugh Sheehan Helsinki, Finland
Hugh Sheehan is a musician—multi-instrumentalist, composer, and producer—from Birmingham, England, now based between Helsinki, Finland and the UK.
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