Fractions EP 2004	here is hoping mp3 like fading stars stop running waving in circles flares and semaphore mp3

produced by cerulean with david newton
engineered and mixed by david newton
recorded and mixed at rollercoaster recording, burbank, ca
mastered by ron boustead at precision mastering
sleeve and logos by puzzlepiece

here is hoping

Here is hoping you keep holding your tongue
Do you even know it could save us all?
But even I suppose if ever this gets close
Your perforated lips will let it go

It doesn’t matter that you tried
It doesn’t matter that you made this all go
Do you ever understand?
That all you ever did was bait us in waiting

Here is hoping you get tired of yourself
And all your ever-know, it won’t save us all
A twisted incest-ghost, you’ll never get this close
Your perforated lips will let it go

Look up and see you’re all alone

stop running

Stop running, you’re allowed to breathe

Putting shocks on the pagers
and winding the cables and wires
Trimming down for a way just to change
all the brains into drives

Stop running, you’re allowed to breathe

We are hopelessly dated
Reminded, upgraded, rewired
If you don’t stay here you’ll be left behind
‘til you’ve made up your mind

Putting stops on the papers
Unwinding the fables and lies
Shutting down for a day
Just a way of remaining inside

Stop running, you’re allowed to breathe

waving in circles

I was stoned all alone, never thought of ever waking up
In a drone on a phone that I never thought of taking up
And all at once you move and the room becomes
A dream in circles brightly papered on

Spinning all around shadows
Thrown around on the ceiling
And running like I’m waving in circles alone
Always spinning in shadows
Always waving in circles

I would hum on along even if I had to make it up
Just a sign of endless time that I’ve taken up
And all at once you’re changing and I’ve begun
To dream in circles brightly papered on

Spinning all around shadows
Thrown around on the ceiling
And running like I’m waving in circles alone
Always spinning in shadows
In a Calderan circus
And running like I’m waving in circles alone

Now the only thing matters
Are the paper-light circles
Spinning all around shadows
Thrown around on the ceiling
And running like I’m waving in circles alone

like fading stars

Holding out on the edge of silence
Keeping all of the evidence on file
Light a flame, say a prayer on Sunday
You deny all the praises when you lie
Don’t ever fear what you find

When you fade like the stars
And all the faces are scars
And all the ways have been barred to keep you in
You’re gonna fake it all when you lie

Make a sign, make a sense of breathing
Any movement to trigger this machine
Shiverlips in a smile so distant
Any life is a change from what we’ve seen
Isn’t it the fear you defied?

So you take your time, even though its mine
And you say that’s fine, that I won’t mind
Why is this?
But you’re always late, it’s not the wait
It’s the face you make I’ll always hate
Why is this?

flares and semaphore

Hours alone and still wondering
If you were occupied or really just avoiding
All the spacejunk littering the atmosphere
Of our conversations

And you dangle a heel when you’re nervous
Every detail so clear from here
But I won’t say that you’re anxious
Because it’s obvious

That the satellites were wrong
Distorted by flares you flew in semaphore
The satellites were wrong

Ashes and acetylene light
I’ll burn them ‘til my answers are right
But they just tell me what they see
To them it’s just conversation

It’s too late for wrong, it’s too late for right, it’s too late

But the satellites were wrong
The signals destroyed by bad ephemeris
The satellites were wrong