Soul Saboteur

EP: CLIP YOUR WINGS
RELEASE DATE: 20th March, 2013
AVAILABILITY: Digital Stores

01 CLIP YOUR WINGS

Go on break it again like you know that you can, and how you’ve always done.
No wild horses in sight until you spike your disdain with something easily won.

Still, you’ll get up again to mess up again, and lose your mind.

Clip your wings tonight, you don’t deserve to fly.
It’s never falling in, but crawling out of love that bites.

You’ve got your lazy eye to the telescope I see,
an incandescent past pretty much says it eloquently.
Somebody somewhere is praying for the things you take for granted,
while you’re taking your tea.

(c) James Stone

02 MEDICINAL VENOM

One little storm at a time, irreparably flawed by my mind,
Contorting the good that I find, thus eclipsing my shine.
Let the mocking bird sing.

Wooden eared to the fortunes foretold, force feeding fear with control,
Naked under borrowed clothes,
Always raising the toll on your alabaster heart.

Just like a way laden wish that gets lost on the world,
My ill spoken tongue just repeats what it’s heard,
But I swear, this medicinal venom is carving a man out of me.

Religion wasted all its words, ‘smile and be scared’ what’s to learn?
Mask your desires with concerns, instigate while Rome burns.
Let that mocking bird wail.

In your well fabled ascent from high water to here,
There’s canvas to fill and few rules to observe.

(c) James Stone

03 DARK AFTER DARK

My reputation stands on rumours and on ampersands,
Oh no.
It’s a bad tempered mystery that comes cheap with the tyrant’s territory,
Oh no.
Alright let’s talk about it, I’ll go first and you’ll hear what you want to hear,
My confirmation comes when ‘what I’ve said’ becomes ‘what I’ve done’
Sink low.

I would have given my right arm for you, just to have held the hand that hung from it.
Now more hangs from my neck than this bow tie.
My reverence flounders in abstract discontent time after time.

All just because that bitch refused to scratch her carnal itch,
Oh no.
Well dressed to save some face, under an arch of sin they squandered grace,
Oh no.
Alright let’s talk about it, I’ll go first and you’ll hear what want to hear.
My resolution runs from when I soar to when I come undone.
Sink low.

Your convalescence is oh so sterile to the touch,
I get a rush when you march in, unannounced straight into my gloom.
I wish I didn’t have to try so damn hard to choose for you.

(c) James Stone

04 STRANDED (in the devil’s council)

They built their love on flooded ground, with the intention to ascend.
They wished the puddles to reflect just what they said under their breath.
They’ll ride away on a horse called fortune, never to stop or to return.
Let the memory burn.

…but then he sank, stranded in the Devil’s council,
Pouring over reams of fading flights.
…and then she sang, like a banshee growling headlines in his heart,
Their poisoned candour found its feet.

She disembowelled his lack of faith with none but her over practiced face.
There’s a leading lady dancing within but the idea can’t penetrate the skin.
They’ll ride away on a horse called fortune, never to stop or to return.
Let the memory burn.

When the bell won’t ring and the well won’t sing for the water that we put in it,
It’s no wonder we’re going down.

(c) James Stone