1. |
North America
06:07
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I fell, you fell... we fell hard
conjoined at the heart
to death us do part
North America
then one day you were not there...
North America
got to get away from here
of change I’m in need
cast my fate across the sea
and uncertainty
a second chance a distant sun
shines upon
roads less traveled
lies unraveled
possibilities seldom dreamed
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2. |
God/Child
04:59
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Parisian skies
the city’s ours for taking
this life we shared
a picture perfect postcard
eternal love
in the Eternal City
Aegean sea
we took them on in Corfu
and then it happened
and then you changed
I guess I must have been blind!
your touch, your feel
you make me feel
your own private reality
you think that you’re God
but you’re barely a child
of this game I’ve grown tired
(but then again...)
so take me home
my soul to heal
deceive ourselves,
your lies concealed
you think you’re divine
but you’re less than inspired
now your flame has lost fire
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3. |
Subcontinental
06:06
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arrive dawn, Mumbai
people wall to wall
human aerosol
lost in transit
discomfort brings
comforts unforeseen
these endless rails
each passing town
these foreign sounds
draw me in
another mile
a hidden smile
each warm embrace
brings me home
three years, still searching
trying to break the mold
obsession and regret
same old story
exorcise these ever present ghosts
spur line, head eastward
try to make the coast
what I’ll find there
matters not
as much as what I won’t
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4. |
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endless days beneath the ground
bombs are falling from the sky
a madman schemes to end all time
without a word he muses on
a statuette I’ve been denied
I guess I have to make amends
‘cause the king of the world is restless now
I fear we’re very near the end
I want to be a beautiful corpse
I want to die without remorse
I want to be...
politics I cannot say
ever mattered much to me
a simple girl you cannot blame
I’m just caught up in history
a debutante across the sea
perhaps a life I could have led
but the king of the world
now beacons me
I see the path that I must tread
I want to be a beautiful corpse
I hope to die without remorse
I want to be...
I want to be a beautiful corpse
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5. |
Kolkata
06:22
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floating toward an inland sea
thriving dyed-humanity
down the Ganges’ burning shore
rise to greet us nevermore
burning ashes, burning souls
return to Ganga newly whole
there she waits among the dead...
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6. |
(My) Anesthesia
04:56
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everything I know about her
tells me that I should stay away
and all those things I’ve heard about her
just draws me closer every day
all of my friends have tried to warn me
an admonition doomed to fail... ‘cause
they don’t see what I see
they don’t feel what I feel
they don’t dream like I dream
sleepless nights are killing me
my anesthesia
my sweet amnesia
now everything revolves around her
and everything falls into place
hard to imagine life without her
all of my fears lost without trace
now all of my friends have tried to chide me
if only they saw what these eyes see
they don’t see what I see
they don’t need like I need
they don’t feel what I feel
release this anxiety
my anesthesia
it’s synesthesia
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7. |
Matters Not
03:02
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what do you believe
matters not to me
I only hope that you can see
what it does to you, yes you
and those who do love you...
perhaps you disagree
(tell me)
is life-after what you seek
when all awaits you is here and now
immortality
such a useless dream
though your aim is sacrosanct
for me it’s hard to see
in conclusion, dear
you matter much to me
leave to others war and strife
and come lay down with me
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8. |
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I don’t know why you don’t know why
what are they teaching you?
why aren’t I reaching you?
how can you be born not to be
freedom is tyranny, such an absurdity
now that you see what you must see
how is it changing you?
is life rearranging you?
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9. |
The Void Inside The Void
04:49
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in my dream, you’re not there
same old doubts, same old fears again
I wake up, you’re not here
in my heart, I not dare
breaking news: “IBN, 14 dead”...
and I know it’s true
tell me it’s not true
in the dark, no one’s there
no more love, only tears for me
if I had...
if I could...
if I just...
understood
if I had...
if I could...
if I had...
misfortune follows me
I cannot seem to shake this curse
no matter where I go
my situation seems to end up worse
how could she take her life?
how could she take so many more as well?
if I could comprehend
if only I had read her mind
if I could empathize
then I would be adrift inside
there’s nothing I can do
to right this wrong and start your life anew
I got to get away, to get myself away from here
of change I was in need, now I see clearly
my fate across the sea, now I curse this uncertainty
far eastern shores, they do intrigue
(expectation!)
the time has come to leave
there’s nothing further for me here
the eastern veil entices me, but still I wonder...
how could she?
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10. |
Departures
04:11
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pull the throttle back
open skies, auger in
end of game
you can’t save a suicide if you can’t change a mind
you can’t kill a suicide determined to die
waiting on the tracks, train arrives
dead man’s fare end of line
coursing through your veins
one last time, life sublime, life denied
you can’t kill a suicide determined to die
you can’t save a suicide, if you can’t change a mind
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breaking waves upon the shore
ceaseless tide takes its toll
how long, how long can we endure?
we leave our mark and then we’re gone
a memory, but for how long?
how long, how long must we survive?
each passing day unweaves the twine
so cherish what we leave behind
how long, how long until we die?
how long until we live?
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12. |
Kurosawa Rain
04:49
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she smiled, the rain, Rashomon
step inside, it’s warm and dry
it’s just the world you leave behind
they can’t touch you now, you’ve come home
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13. |
Transistor
05:19
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I see you at the market
I'll meet you at the square
transistor, resist her
even if I could I would not dare
with that jet black hair
and those Asian eyes
I could lose myself
without compromise
still, if all you leave me is a song
a melody to carry on
I will sing kirei desu ne
believe me if you want to
to you I wouldn't lie
resist her? I kissed her
or was it just within my mind?
but those soft red lips
and those silken thighs
there's a history
that we can't deny
still, if all you send me is away
I'll still return another day
singing arigato
shizukasa ya
kiraretaru
onna no ka no
aki no yume
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Pox Hoffman Estates, Illinois
Chris Block, is a founding member of Cheer-Accident, Dot Dot Dot as well as a frequent participant in Illusion Of Safety. In addition to POX, he has released a series of solo cassettes under the name BLOCK - and with Jane Bouzek under the name Girl Thirteen (a.k.a. Asa Nisi). He is an active photographer and graphic artist. So Sorry About North America is the third release from POX. ... more
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