From the recording The Iciclist
The Iciclist stumbles on a cave, which is the home of several homeless people, who, once respected members of society, are now banished. They welcome the Iciclist and share stories and drink wine remembering the days when society was not broken. They give him advice on how to reach humans and convince them of the changes needed.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jamie Hill at The Department of
Energy Management Studios in Tacoma, WA.
All songs written and copyrighted by Benjamin Beckwith Shaw
All rights reserved
Lyrics
Leaves change, snowflakes
Melt into the seed.
Braek grace, full plate.
Dig into the feasts.
Time never runs out on changing
Hope to God you do the same
When the sun's in your eyes
you can choose to realize nothing has to stay the same
Pull the stakes up
On your"rightful" claim.
Bootstraps pull up
Catch the midnight train.
Time never runs out on changing
Hope to God you do the same
When the sun's in your eyes
you can choose to realize nothing has to stay the same
You are not broken
The door is open
Suffering's a path to decide.
Cautious notion
Disparate token
The telegraph is on the line.
Taste the thrill of resistance at the end
Eyes up, filled of waltzes in the sky.
Time never runs out on changing
Hope to God you do the same
When the sun's in your eyes
you can choose to realize nothing has to stay the same.
nothing has to stay the same...