Kindling Theory

by The Etchings

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All songs written and performed by The Etchings:
Nick Randall - Guitar, Vocals
Rocco DellaNeve - Guitar
Ben Randall - Bass
Jesse Rejewski - Drums

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released 07 September 2012

Recorded by The Etchings at House of Logic in Buffalo, NY, additional recording by Adam Korbesmeyer, mixed and produced by Adam Korbesmeyer and The Etchings, mastered by Chris Keffer.
Copyright 2012 The Etchings Music
www.theetchings.net

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Track Name: Bringing Home the Blues
Im bringing home the blues in my best disguise
No one questions me when I draw from some book of lies
I left myself for hours driving down some road
Cant explain my powers to my father on the phone

And then he asks me "son, are you manic or depressed?"
I said "I just sing a lot, more often than the rest"

And Im bringing home the blues
a tall white orchid and a bottle of juice
And Im bringing home the blues
you talk to much, yeah, your mouth is loose
And im bringing home the blues
no one took a picture, in the alley, of you
and im bringing home the blues
and if its some short song
i cant believe that it was all bad news
Track Name: Hibernate
Guess ill hibernate
sleep tonight through tomorrow
in the evening when i wake
time to celebrate
light a candle, tip the bottle
and become that empty space

cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times

Guess ill hibernate,
burn the lights, kill the spiders,
that keep dropping from my ceiling
I tried to erase
one more evening one more evening with a liquid cure
strapped firmly to my face

cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times

so im leaving you
ive been begging you to take your meds
unpredictable,
in this hospital ill get some rest
so im leaving you
ive been begging you to take your meds
unforgivable
in this hospital ill get some rest

cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
Track Name: The Gallery
Your life hung up in a gallery,
Poised in a wooden frame,
The sequences of happenings,
Set firmly in their place.

Your days hung up in a metaphor,
Your thoughts carved out of stone,
You call yourself da vinci, but,
Your talent isn’t known.

And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.

You had watchful eyes for everyone,
But who takes care of you?
Your face was crooked in that photograph,
I had to take while you were looking away,
It’s just another snapshot,
You seem as sure as I’m not,
We’re not getting carried away.

But your soul it doesn’t run,
But the colours have begun...

And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
Track Name: Bullet-Proof in Satin Sheets
once again ive lost control
ever since the story broke
like pages turn, in twisted lines
i wrote the book on borrowed time
im fine

never want to see me, is it relatively easy getting on?
never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn

half a cigarette thats left to burn
ashes left of what we were
heavy weighs a heart that bleeds
you're bullet-proof in satin sheets

yeaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa

never wanna see me, is it relatively easy getting on?
never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn

here again, beside myself.
here again, beside myself.
Track Name: Checkerboard Lies
I have seen the reprise
of the checkerboard lies.
And I've frankly grown ill
of the things you'll deny.

When you pack to distract
with a feather spine back
When a hungrier wolf
Has been eating the pack

Oh prince your demands
are set too high
Oh prince reprimands
commend my lies
Oh prince your demands
are set too high

I have seen the reprise
Of the checkerboard lies
Track Name: The Stars Always Add Up to Nothing
A book you might have read
So I've been, so I've been
The words I should have said
So you knew, so you knew what I meant

Now your hanging up a paper moon
Got cut up on the sun, and it's setting me soon
And Im hanging up stars now I just can't seem to find the room
You composed a broken remedy
With a counterfeit conscience, you wore on your sleeve
Now I have to keep quiet, or they wont let me leave

If I told you a nightmare was coming
would you still close your eyes and get carried away?
Cause the stars always add up to nothing
And the sun only wants you to play
When I knew that a nightmare was coming
Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away
And the stars always add up to nothing
but somehow they still get in the way

So they tied you to a blue balloon,
Told you not to press buttons you found in a room
But you're winning a prize
and you think you'll be getting it soon
Walking down a hallway like a street
Meeting strangers who's answers are never complete
and I guess that its christmas
because I cant sleep

If I told you a nightmare was coming
would you still close your eyes and get carried away?
Cause the stars always add up to nothing
And the sun only wants you to play
When I knew that a nightmare was coming
Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away
And the stars always add up to nothing
but somehow they still get in the way

Yeah I told you again you got carried away
Yeah I told you again you got carried away

Yea I told you again you got carried away, told you again you got carried away
(Yeah the stars always add up to nothing, yeah the stars always add up to nothing)
Track Name: The Pigman
Don't walk along on Holland Road
Or you might meet your demise
A train rolls on the one lain bridge
With its pale, no-colored eye
Well you lined up your pennies upon the track
With the white light shining through
And the wind and the dark make it oh so hard
When you can't see next to you
And you saw as it neared
It was moving fast
And its whistle screamed aloud
The blackest dark you've ever seen
When the moon is dressed in clouds
And you've never seen anything quite like this
When your hanging onto the fence
And the great locomotive will shake your bones
And flatten your two cents

Can we make it home tonight?
Is the pigman out tonight?