Beneath the Churchyard Tree

by The Indecision

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released October 25, 2010

Dan Jackson - Main Vox, Guitar
Al Deans - Percussion, Back-up Vox, Organ, Guitar
Taylor McCarrey - Bass, Guitar

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Track Name: Are We Seven?
Why search for answers on a cloudless night in cold communion?
I'm not about to sit around and watch the stars burn out.
There's something out there, but I'm blind to this unseen solution.
This pain we share, a common snare, where is our comfort now?

CHORUS
This question, so consuming, the answer all but wrong.
It's neither here nor there, no, that's my price.

The streetlights flicker as they mock me in my indecision.
A different time, a different place, but this all feels the same.
Don't try to tell me I am blinded by my lack of vision.
One thing's for sure, there is no cure for what you cannot change.

CHORUS

Just tell me where to go
The less you lead, the less I follow
Just tell me where to go
The less you lead, the less I follow
Just tell me where to go
How else am I supposed to follow?
Track Name: Boxed and Bored
Ghost of a railroad, still a trace of snow.
The first to go if the depot blows.
A silo full of bullet holes reflect on the soul,
Reflecting white, a beacon in the cold.

CHORUS
And the west desert's the perfect place to
Retrace our steps 'til we wear out our shoes
And throw our souls out the rolled down windows.
I've got all night and a weighed down mind.
Let's rewind over and over

Do you recall the time out past the county line
We found a vault, and thought it was a mine?
The locks of course were boxed and bored, we started to grind.
With one hinge left, we left it all behind.
Track Name: EMT
A beautiful, greater whole,
A warmth that emanates and drives the cold,
For years I've pushed and pulled,
But I'm too big or small to fit this mold.

I'm tired of waiting

You promised me clarity,
It's clear that I'm not hearing anything,
But the sounds of struggling,
Ring out into this silence deafening.

I'm tired of waiting

I'm waiting for an epiphany
I'm wading through my own dark sea and I sink and wash up on the beach

I'm writing but it's all pretense
I'm riding on my own high fence and it seems it only bothers me.

One thing I just can't do is chose between truth and you.
It's a matter of time before I stand to lose.

I'm tired of waiting.
Track Name: Red and Yellow
Cold rain battering the falling leaves
No use running from the same old things
Red and yellow grace the dying sky
Too many years of asking why

When you're ignorant, young, and confused
You're mistaken, naive, and you're through
And I want you to know

Dirty windows change what I perceive
So much harder when there's no release
Flesh and bone a perfect place to hide
Too many years of asking why

When you're ignorant, young, and confused
You're mistaken, naive, and you're through
And I want you to know

Time heals wounds but I still feel your sting
Sound advice to me is deafening
Everybody feels nothing sometimes
People change and I just lie

When you're ignorant, young, and confused
You're mistaken, naive, and you're through
And I want you to know

Now you know how I feel
Track Name: The Bottom (Have You Got It Yet?)
It's a hollow sound when you hit the ground, but the crowd nods along.
Beating broken wings, desparate wounded screams are their favorite songs.
Then I dream you shake me from my sleep.
These shallow thoughts a comfort while I sink,
But the bottom never comes.

CHORUS
Have you got it yet, does this bring something to mind?
Have you got it yet, cos you're leaving me behind.
In heavenly choirs and furrowed brows,
Falling in or bailing out,
Either way, it never comes,
If I'm lost or if we're one,
When all is said and done.
Oh... no

Pull these shades of gray, I will sleep for days under glow-in-the-dark stars.
I will reap and sow all this stunted growth while I hum a few bars.
Where failing eyesight doesn't mean a thing.
'Til finally there's no one left to hear me sing,
But the bottom never comes.

CHORUS

Oh...The bottom never comes.
Track Name: War Wounds
Cut the tension when the air is thin.
A trail of static where my thoughts have been.
And salt-stained windows blur my view,
Leave me blind to the truth.
Gridlock introspection, stop and go.
A red light intersection, breathing slows.
We both beg for different things,
Neither one gets anything.

I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.

There's a humming noise I can't forget,
Where falling leaves meet summer's last regrets.
Life's cocoon is spun with lies,
Mine has room for two inside.
Some small comfort that I can't define,
We're both tripping on the same thin lines,
Luke warm water in our mouths,
Spit it out, and tumble down.

I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.

White noise pounding in our ears,
Through the static, no one hears.

I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.
As vulnerable as this feels, it's time we let these war wounds bleed.
I gotta convince myself,
Maybe we need some help,
Or we could just fool ourselves.
Track Name: Cat in the Window Well
Winter fades to warmer days, and it thaws our recollection.
First it tingles, then it aches, From the likes there's no protection.

For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?

There she lay, her feline frame bids me pause for some reflection.
Is this grave of concrete gray the extent of her redemption?

For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?

Will you hitch a ride on a chariot of fire?
Will they lay you down on an ocean swell?
Will they lift you up high above the spires?
Will you sleep alone like the cat in the bottom of my window well?

Truth is true, and lie is lie, but hope is different altogether.
Dreamers swoon, and lovers sigh, but it pains you to know better.
You know better.

For the time is drawing nigh
You will lose those pretty eyes
So if seeing is believing, what are lies?

Will you hitch a ride on a chariot of fire?
Will they lay you down on an ocean swell?
Will they lift you up high above the spiers?
Will you sleep alone like the cat in the bottom of my window well?