tim- guitar, vocals
dan- rap
a broken strings original
an alternative combination of hip hop & acoustic rock
rising seven aka broken strings
tim- guitar, vocals
dan- rap, vocals
kip- percussion, bongos
paul d- guitar
paul f- bass guitar
neil- lead guitar
hank- guitar
Lyrics
i guess a gust of responsibility swept through the midnight air, and in through my window late last night in the summer breeze,
it’s as if the news of perfection’s corruption has tied the knot of the noose that led to the empirical death of me.
or maybe my sailboat of ignorance has crossed paths with the northern winds of untaught lessons and shipwrecked into the ocean of obedience, and i actually learned something.
perhaps it was then that waves crimson with solitude crashed upon misery’s beach, and i was left washed up on the island of linguistics,
where glum cocktails left eloquence drunken.
and it seems that sometime thereafter, amidst the clouds of redemption that sunk into la la land’s lavender horizon, i found myself stranded and hopeless, abandoned of motive.
maybe that’s why i can’t stand to be open.
because my perception is constantly being engulfed in others’ oblivion.
or maybe a phantom provoked it.
or maybe not.
i awoke, dressed myself in my cloak of nostalgia, delicate thoughts i provoked.
exhausted, i bumped into the door, tumbled to the floor, got up, yawned, and stumbled once more.
the fact of the matter is, i was clumsily, dare i say, "walking" in perfection’s shadow, given only this dried out, black inked pen, a torn notebook, and a burnt sienna crescent to paint with my essence.
i seem to be walking the plank of complicated matters and taking the plunge into the golden sparks of confusion.
and i don’t mean to cause the imposition of complication, but a glimmer of innovation keeps clogging solemnity’s labyrinth, and thus ending me at the start of illusions.
i fall asleep and drift, and awaken dangling from the threshold of tangible – slash – intangible.
and i once again, somehow, become even less understandable.
