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Half Century Modern: Whisper To A Dream

by Saint and Kings

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1.
The wind is in from the south or the west Whistling as if it will give me no rest I tell it, take a number, stand in line Under a sign: not all that’s on my mind Did you make the move or did the move make you alone but not lonely Well at least I’m not the only It could have been twice or maybe once Perhaps it’s been weeks or possibly months Still my thoughts shuffle back to you Reliving the moment you said that we were through
2.
Look around and see It’s only you it’s only me Take me in with your eyes Take me into your arms Tell me you can’t believe it’s real Then tell me how good it feels Close as we are underneath these stars You’ll only hurt me if I let you or make you Close as we are underneath these stars You can come forsake me as l forsake you Now that you see us move I hope it’s giving living proof So take me in with your nerves Take me in as you and I deserve Show me how heavy your crown Then show me how you lay it down
3.
Don't Pout 03:00
I drove past the reservoir twice over east to the highway then westward home Could’ve sworn the water looked lower I’m supposed to keep my eyes on the road No, your honor, I was completely sober Maybe the landscape was speaking in code Without a doubt it’s the shadow of a drought Without a doubt it’s a championless title bout lace up your shoes when you see the waves go out I woke up during perfectly good sleep up to the restroom then back under sheets Could’ve sworn the skies looked creepier pecked and peered seeking relevant tweets better a looker for panic before a leaper when running out of time one needs them deets Without a doubt it’s the shadow of a drought Without a doubt it’s a championless title bout weep if necessary but for heavens sake don’t pout
4.
Face Value 05:20
The words were glowing in your mouth, burning against our ears as you spoke aloud Un-recallable as missiles shooting out across a sky leaving trails long and proud You picked me like a flower from a field Then you picked me like a lock when I told you how I feel you wouldn’t take a word I said at face value I'm grateful for the beauty that we conjured into being No matter how long it may last no matter how fleeting Even just a moment of your life through the eyes I see with It's still irrefutable and indisputable without repeating We haven't slept in the same bed for a week but you're still there when I stretch out flat stealing covers from me until things peek feeling several levels of cold and all that
5.
Infidelities 03:32
We’re breaking up and that’s all right we’re made for regular reassembly so long as we spend a few nights apart we can still play Red Rocks or Wembley We’re breaking up but in our defense we’re overdue for new formats I’ve tired of how you talk nonsense and you’re done with being a doormat We pass some heavenly body Gravity exerts relentless power perhaps with a glance at a party leading toward an untoward encounter We have our built-in tolerances we sublimate until they surpass specs we rid our wreckage of resonances and reunite over routine makeup sex We can count on these infidelities leaving us emotionally physically spent It never takes a week for our technique to remember what our love always meant
6.
Main Drag 03:42
You pinged me from out in the ether Yeah, yeah, me too, uh uh, me neither so we went walking along the main drag all its bitmaps render mightily faded pavement under footfalls slightly degraded as we went walking along the main drag Once we were kids before time took its toll in our helmets, we’d hold hands and stroll under digital skies, ignoring ads in clouds Now we’ve aged out of key demographics with memories that can’t handle the haptics we lose certainties as we drift toward doubts You pinged me from out in the ether Yeah, yeah, me too, uh uh, me neither so we went walking along the main drag Our avatars appear crude and repugnant but at least they still let us out in public so we went walking along the main drag We counted our endless numbered cycles more than three score and ten in bibles until your hardware or mine won’t reboot But you and I have our backup plan when our ones and zeroes kick the can Real-time rendezvous, a street meet-cute You’ll smile and say do you come here often I’ll grin and say no but this sure beats a coffin so let’s go out walking ona real main drag We’ll ignore forecasts of floods and flames Try some eye contact reveal our real names as we go out walking on a real main drag
7.
Clouds come and go more than the moon Those gauzy golden and silver strands May sometimes shine to beat the band Slip across the sky from early until late Drift into distance and dissipate soon Clouds come and go more than the moon Stars spin just beyond outstretched hands It's established due to habits like looking up Half empty or full, well who holds the cup And who says life is rough when it's young Time turns it smooth as groove and tongue Stars spin just beyond outstretched hands Rivers rush banks until they reach the ocean Displaying their regard for physical propriety With grandeur until you gander at their impiety And marvel at the laws that govern their form And ask how it all got set into perpetual motion Rivers rush banks until they reach the ocean
8.
Neon Smoke 03:11
I like you when you’re around I love it more when you are not in your absence every sound echoes like some reckless pistol shot You know how to disappear in plain sight you slip inside a pocket universe that bends light you’re bright and then gone but your image lingers like neon smoke against outstretched fingers I like to see you in your clothes I love it more when you are not Instant gratification I suppose A little bit of it is as good as a lot I like you walking outside the city I love it more when you are not Concrete and glass make you pretty Horns honking at you ‘cause you’re hot
9.
On The Nose 03:39
She said she was trained in philosophy worn her trainers for ten thousand miles I said are they broken in and she said she wasn’t sure so she’d have to consult her files When you’re walking in these shoes No matter what direction you’re going You’re always a few steps closer to home All I do is listen to these luckforsaken towns Hoping they don’t listen back too close So when love and money finally run out whatever’s next won’t be too on the nose You don’t need me to know You are so much more than how your eyelids close Tell me what you dreamed about and I’ll tell you what i think it meant I said I never was much of a philosopher Passionate about fashion but no sneakerhead Long as they fit my feet I never mind the street
10.
Payback Time 04:16
How do I know how it's going to go down? Never seen this neighborhood, this part of town But I know a little about evening up the odds And I know a lot about tempting stray gods The forecast calls for sorrow Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Bet against me if you're lucky Quack if you're feeling ducky I remember tomorrow just like it was yesterday Bet against me if you want to I'll front you until payback time, okay? Why's my back protected, my eyes on the exit? The best muscle, you never need to flex it I'm down for the cause but I respect causality, so I'll meet you sooner than later in reality
11.
Picturing Us 03:22
The problem I find with picturing us We’re perfect on paper where we don’t live Even tempered we don’t holler and cuss but we can still get it as good as we give Will we get through escapist escapades? Will we get to count days up to decades? The problem you find with picturing us No form or frame to contain growing pains No bed no room no tax bracket or census No forever forecast without weather vanes Will we dare to play a game of couples’ charades? Will we share the blame when a good time fades? If we can love with certainty Maybe we can live uncertainly
12.
Postcards 03:14
Postcards only let you say so much before you’re out of room Two or three good sentences then sorry that will have to do Write the address add the stamp send and wish upon the moon Hope your friend on the other end who gets it understands We don’t get to be bards when we send our postcards We hide our love like cowards in between handwritten lines On the back a pretty picture chosen to show where you were so your friend who gets it knows you got to visit someplace fun Write the address add the stamp send and wish upon the moon Hope your friend on the other end who gets it understands To never let down our guards when we send our postcards So what could be easy stays hard in between handwritten lines
13.
Royal Road 04:08
We live off the royal road these days Not that much to look at on its face you could honestly say much the same for our time and our place They used to haul supplies break a sweat from old Saint Francis up to Sacrament when a load grew heavy and your horses tired you could cool your heels beside church fires Brothels and barrooms bunker side by side Curbstone to curbstone over a hundred feet wide North of town you could see cattle stretch their legs Chew their cud trample mud amid roadside tent pegs Now it’s all strip malls taquerias and motel signs No mission bells to mark some foreign king’s design Travelers can take a bus or steer cars out of town Residents like us remain behind we’ve settled down
14.
Tabloid Soul 03:23
I don’t respect what draws you in How you return to the open page How you hold it in your hand is a sin Let alone let it reflect the time and age Half tone eyes and skin Lines in your head scream Carrying a tabloid soul in the crease of a paper seam Some only care for what you write Long as you produce they won’t judge Why be insightful if you could incite? Who’s left in the room to hold a grudge? Other people give away time and space Lurid as a meteor against languishing sky Success means choosing your own pace How and who and where but never why
15.
The Last War 02:50
Love, you're fighting the last war when it comes to getting all you want from me Hear what you say and I follow along but lately I wonder how would it feel to be free Running from hammers So afraid you'll get nailed From within and without You're assaulted and assailed I remember how it happened I could see it like it was front of me Live and direct televised before my eyes What was done to you was done to me When they look up wreckage I mean the dictionary definition I had a feeling you and I would be there But maybe that was just a premonition
16.
You always said the intangibles had a hold on me hard to detach Now you’re intangible yourself in my head like a guttering match I cup my hand against flickering wind Wait for the memories to start up again They cling to me like fog against faraway hills They sing to me of what could be but never will You always saw the glass as half-full If I said half-empty you’d pre-empt me Who knew our hearts could grow cool, that in your wake no love might tempt me? I fasten my coat against the chilly damp As the memories illuminate me like a lamp
17.
If I whisper to a dream Will it come when I call? Like a cat that doesn’t follow directions, will it even acknowledge me at all? I will whisper to my dream in case it didn’t hear me the first time Maybe that’s the trick, maybe that’s the key It's still tricky, still tricky If you whisper to a dream First you have to go to sleep, she said then you lie down, slip out of your skin hover over the sheets as if you’re dead There’s a trick to it, there’s a key There’s a trick to it, a key but it’s still tricky, very very tricky

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released May 30, 2022

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Saint and Kings San Pablo, California

I’m a singer-songwriter using guitars and keyboards to craft distinctive dispatches from intimate interiors, vast exteriors and all points in between. Drawing on years of pop, soul, indie, folk and dance-music fandom, I try to turn observations and narratives into succinct sonic snapshots. ... more

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