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The Waves (Between the Waves)

by Weird Storms

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1.
Are the waves rising? Is my anger not content? With a sore evening. And a dead housefly Will I find a place? Where the lake can’t see me too? Where the sand buries All the scorched driftwood So I look outward At a place across the sea A new home for you Far away from me Where the snow falls down All powdered and pristine Before the mud showers And the dead winter All across the state The sun is burning down Hotter getting hotter till the swamplands bubble up Ponce de Leon Looked out across the strait Convinced himself he saw martyrs trapped above the waves Every time I talk The tone is missing mark Sinking always sinking till I cannot help but scream There’s no going back Too far to turn around So silently I sit and hope someday to find an end (Deep in the ocean the blue waves are swallowing me) Is the sea rising? Will it bury me in time? While I count shipwrecks And become sunsets Can I feel your shape? Does the light here reach you too? Has it been too long? Is the air tearing ? So I plant flowers But it doesn’t seem they’ve grown All this dirt’s worthless Now that I’ve left home In a haze searching Through grey days and sleepless nights Waiting for something But I don’t know what
2.
(I was born a tree Gnarled and leaning strange I tore out my roots And fled for someplace warm I rode the waves Across the wandering sea My gold leaves Are slowly turning red I still remember How we spent those long long days Getting lost behind swingsets Before I ran away) I can never seem to move But I alway have to leave When I meet you in the park We go down the longest trail But it's never quite enough So I tear myself away Ripping stitches out my side I slowly walk back to the car In the woods, or on the phone Real life always drags me back When I live so far away Real life always drags me back
3.
Everywhere I look there’s jungle trees An armadillo round the yard A possum crawling in the mud It’s hotter getting hotter somehow still All this air must way a ton The rain comes through and then is done. Weird storms passing through with weirder sounds It’s the lightning and the rain A thunder clap that scares the dogs This endless summer started back in march All my longsleves out the door An acclamation passing swift Move in with family Be closer to the sea Turn this life around Ignore the crumbling sound The beach beneath the beach is calling me Out beyond the wandering sea Is this a shipwreck or a home White waves getting higher off the bow And when nothing’s going right The lights are fading every night Up all night and looking for a cure This tension never ends I walk around to clear my head Dark shapes moving slowly in the fog They’re hungry for this curse The pale moon peaks around the clouds One wishbone to break in two The references I make are falling flat They’re all a bit too on the nose There should be subtlety, you know? Talentless and lacking basic skills Every syllable’s a mess A jumbled shape of nothingness Innovation rings with empty lines There will never be new sounds Please listen close and then forget But hopefully you hear my nightly song The echoes taking up my mind The strange lights high above the stars
4.
5.
(The waves cannot reach where the trees have red leaves) Who can hear the song at night Ghosts howling, noisy poltergeists Arcade cabinets somehow shake around Tilted pinball machines hit the ground An asteroids graveyard Cobwebs paint the room A poltergeist hangout Banshees on the move Everyone who’s vanished After a day or two Of chatting on the phone Haunts this arcade Can you hear that victory sound? High scores ringing, specters all around Quarters rolling, silver pocket lint A lonely place filled up with crowds and spit And there’s cobwebs in me too I look away I look away I look away And there’s specters in my room I hide away I hide away I hide away Seven silver dollars in my chest Out of order signs on my shirt. Who can hear me wail at night? I try to imitate the ghosts and frights Wrapped in bandages, preserved in brine The world will keep spinning, the world’s not mine
6.
Something strange is going on All the lights are turning off Spooks and specters out on my lawn And it isn’t even cold Something weird is brewing now There’s no lights and there’s no hope Spooks and specters out on my lawn And they’re knocking on the door When I wake up in the morning My feet are sore my eyes are blurry I don’t move for like an hour Shuffle ‘round like a zombie Looking for some brains to munch on Up all night or at least too late Jogging drunk in the moonlight I don’t like the shape I’m taking So I try but don’t get too far It’s just a matter of time Till the ghosts come out And we float up into the sky How the hell is it October I know it’s a tired cliche but this year up and vanished A new rut to lay and die in Waves of mud and soggy soil And a flair for the dramatic my old home’s moved without me And this new one never fit right Am I misplaced, is this shape wrong It’s just a matter of time Till you look up and see I’m a phantom in the air
7.
Close captioned conversations You can lead a horse to water But you already have a drink Meeting up in sickly weather The whole wide world is contagious now But we’re lonely anyway Frolicking around a graveyard a tombstone girl rings rosies round Can we lay down in dirt? Sticks, bones, and hoping to die I’ll stay the night but I’ll whine a lot Only me all the time Casual haunting in the seaside town Where I washed ashore I wanna get close to you on the burial mound above dirt and bones Closed captioning confrontations You can leave me alone now Exorcism all the way Arguing in some hotel’s pool Let’s walk down to the water But it’s worse in the slimy waves We make up and have a nice night The full moon roars out a dark curse I’m certainly sweating now So if I vanish then what? I was never really here to begin with My trauma still rears its head Weird moods and the storms that follow Lightning zigzags down across the dark clouds
8.
Here I am Below a dark shade The looming clouds with darker linings I tried to move here And make it better but nothing’s helping And no one knows me The waves between the waves keep moving In the mud there’s rotten driftwood The beach beneath the beach counts shipwrecks I’m up all night But can’t build something That sounds how I feel Here I am Looking out a window Stressed to death of roaming headlights Let me rest God knows I need it Sleep’s so boring But so’s this doldrum. (I ran out of words to sing to you)
9.
Wild flowers in bloom Sing the tale of how I got here I don’t want to stay too long Another year, or maybe ten I can never seem to move The beach beneath the beach counts shipwrecks Driftwood sinks then breathes in sea Jealous of my swollen wood heart I’ve completely Forgotten the melody For this song I’ve forgotten it Now it’s gone like Fleeting sediment Washed away by Crashing ocean waves The sky was blue and so were you Like drowning suns and harvest moons Weird storms brew around my head I looked at my feet instead. (The waves cannot reach where the trees have red leaves So I walk and I see a tree that looks just like me)

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“ It's not bad but it's so bare bones and intimate it's too personal for a release coming from somebody who is still establishing themselves.
I know it sounds cheesy but use more reverb and make it sound more dissonant and stylized. There's nothing wrong with it but it's going to be too personal and up close for most people.
Experiment more, create an atmosphere” - Actual feedback I received for The Beach Beneath The Beach. Thank you.

Two years ago I released The Beach Beneath The Beach, and album that, do to technical limitations, has a very specific (and intentional) aesthetic. But a lot of the songs, when being written, sounded like much more in my head than what they came out as. I've always liked alternate versions of songs, so I figured, now that I'm better at this whole thing, I can try making something closer to what I heard on my head.

But that's only half the story. To round this thing out, I also though it would be fun to take songs from Tonight There Will Be Ghosts, and totally change them up. So you end up with a record with three movements, a wave nestled between a wave, and a prelude to what's to come, a looming forest with red leaves.

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released July 16, 2021

Weird Storms is Matthew Fastnaught. Rose also sings on track 7. It's good, tell her she did a good job.

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Weird Storms Daytona Beach, Florida

A weird storm brews around my head
I look at my feet instead

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