From the recording The Iciclist
The Iciclist and Angeline wander up into the mountains. He has accepted that his message of joy and hope has fallen on deaf ears. The people are brainwashed by their devotion to hate and greed and narcissism. He also tries to come to terms with the fact he cannot locate any gold and will never be able to return home. Angeline decides to find a place to stay for the night. The Iciclist wanders into a bar and proceeds to get blind drunk.
Performed by Ben Shaw and Jamie Hill
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
I tried my best.
Noone’s listenin'.
Not sure what im missing.
(I) thought I knew the secret
(But) there's something more beneath it.
(I) brought the rain to wash away their pain
And lullabies to feed their pleading eyes.
I was wrong.
The winds of change weren't strong enough.
no fuel for the spaceship.
Missing home I can taste it.
Homeless mansions in the sun.
Maybe I will find one.
And drink the rain to wash away my pain
Sing lullabies to ease my broken mind.
I was wrong.
The winds of change weren't strong enough.
Where shall I go?
Whiskey bravery try.
stoned
Fumblin' for a rhyme.
Draw the curtains
Dim the marquee lights.
Strike the stage
Bleed the organ pipes.
Relieve your comfort
Demarcation lines
Step aside
March on out of time.