Art of Simplicity
by Emile Hawthorne
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Digital Album
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Limited Edition 1st Pressing CD in Homemade Case.
Comes in a homemade casing (no two are alike!) along with liner artwork from Doug Jankowiak, and certain treats which will likely differ with each order.
Based around simple chord structures, gentle acoustic guitars, candid and sometimes provocative lyrics, along with a rootsy-folk-americana feel, Art of Simplicity is a tour de (gentle) force, or at least an attempt at such!
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We Go On
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Thievery & Fools
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For You Too
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To Whom It May Concern
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Carry On
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On the Hillside
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about
And so we dive into the water, impressing our face against the surface, feeling the liquid rush around us. We swim to the bottom, just to say we did, rocket back to the surface, and, again, pierce the water, but this time it's to breathe, not to test your abilities, not with anything to prove; we rise from the water and we learn what it is to live. Success!
This is simple, and with this simplicity we find beauty, and from our vision of beauty we create art.
This is simple, and with this simplicity we find beauty, and from our vision of beauty we create art.
credits
released 15 February 2013
On this album: Bryan Zells, Jake Marek, & Dave Suriani. Recorded at Public Harvest Sound Station. Sound Engineer: Dave Suriani. Produced by: Bryan Zells & Dave Suriani. Arranged by Emile Hawthorne. Lyrics by Bryan Zells.
Thank you to everyone that has inspired these songs, and to everyone who has helped us thus far!
On this album: Bryan Zells, Jake Marek, & Dave Suriani. Recorded at Public Harvest Sound Station. Sound Engineer: Dave Suriani. Produced by: Bryan Zells & Dave Suriani. Arranged by Emile Hawthorne. Lyrics by Bryan Zells.
Thank you to everyone that has inspired these songs, and to everyone who has helped us thus far!
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- Track Name: We Go On
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Afternoon in the park;
Afternoon is getting dark.
I feel love again.
I love when we go on
When we go on;
I love when we go on.
I've been forgetting
To be forgiving.
A loss of appetite,
A loss of comfort just feels right-
A change.
I love when we go O-oO-O-OoooOn.
When we go on.
I love when we go onward with
And feel alright. - Track Name: Thievery & Fools
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I recall days when we were wiser
Days I felt the world is young
Now these fresh born seem to stagger
No, we could never catch the sun.
A child’s eyes are opened wide
But falter in the malicious view
See traded: love for poison
And poison for the comfort of jewels
It’s such a shame that I gave in
I gave up life for thievery and fools
Now black-eyed men walk aside us.
In the sacred streets of trash
None among them could tell me better;
I just need a place to spend a dime.
Look at there eyes, see their pleading
Look at my hands and see they’re broken
Say, you know this world can’t save us
I’m not looking for safety I’ve invested in death
It’s such a shame that I gave in
I gave up life for thievery and fools
It’s such a shame that I caved in
The ground fell out before I had my footing.
The sounds now have erupted
Cascades of fire fill the night
Here is to our independence
Here’s to living in a cell
And our message is being given
By the one who carries snake eyes
Only a liar with widespread wings
Herald of falsely plated gold
And with this staff, lead trade and commerce
Now I find myself in debt
The darkness seems so cunning
Now its peace is pushed to theft.
It’s such a shame that I gave in
I gave up life for thievery and fools
It’s such a shame that I caved in
The ground fell out before I had my footing.
The tongues stagnant lay entangled
The cat has an advantage
You can’t say a thing about it
But you could know how to love
Rob me filthy pickpocket
Take the shoes right from my feet
These feet done better naked
Shards of glass, I’ll give to you. - Track Name: For You Too
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I’ve planted my feet
At the burial grounds of many men;
Cemetery walks, and a clean field of green
Where the snakes they do hunt
And the mice they go run,
From the treachery
That comes behind them.
One may marvel today,
But tomorrow be gone,
At the eternity of life,
And its relentless sorrow.
He may look to the sea,
She may look to the sky,
But the sunset still sits before them.
No matter how great
A page still gets its turn,
To be dog-eared and read,
It’s knowledge to be learnt.
Now I’m anxious with truth,
And cross with the times.
Oh, how I wish I could believe in me,
And the same for you too.
I hum from noon to moon
And let the night talk take over.
Some days I believe in the road,
Others I don’t.
I want to pack it all in
And head for some coast,
Where the water is clean,
And life has intention
Of being with no restriction
And I know what I know
Just to see.
And I go where I go
Just to be.
In our darkest of times
We must persevere,
Reach for that coast,
Reflect on these fears
Which keep is from fighting,
And deny us the right
Of life with no classification. - Track Name: A Transitional Expression
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OooooooooooAHhhhhhhhHHhhhhhhOOhhhhhhhhhhAAAAHhhhhhhHH!H!Hh!hhhhh
*breathe in, breathe out.* *breathe in, Breathe Out* - Track Name: To Whom It May Concern
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In all of the pages that you wrote
There was never once talk of the past
In every single story that was sold
You locked away all stories to be told
All of these letterboxes used to leave me love
All of the hopeful words you could dream of
But now your past is dead
The future wades in your head
To your new self
I must say goodbye
Well, should I change? Must I remain?
Should I love you, all the same?
March on steady to the beat of that drum
If it’s gonna go, I’m going this way, on this line
All of the people, had the notion to speak
All of the words, now so weak
Surrounded now, blank white walls
Paint a life, your world calls
To some motivation
I say hello
I’ll walk until I think I’ll stop
Rest awhile, ‘till you catch up
Put my boots next to the fire
While earth and mind conspire
All of the birds would sing their song
Don’t mind at all if I sing along
In a quiet world, sound erupts
The chant of the choir soon conducts
To this plague of mice-like men
I shed a tear.
Beat, beat on that black-laced drum
The march that gets every man from
A kingdom to a kingdom in the sky
Living in a world of life just waiting to die.
All of the eyes were looking stern
All of my letters have been burnt
Carry coal, from that mine
Who knows, he, she, or mine
And tip my hat
To whom it may concern. - Track Name: Carry On
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If your sails should shift
And your body leaves you
Broken, torn, and twisted in the boards
Don’t fight it.
Soon the tides will die,
You’ll be left;
The sea’s hands up: surrender.
You’ll find that
With every inch of peeling skin
The beauty lies behind.
Chorus:
Me, I’ve kept under the ground
Searching for a porthole just to breathe.
Though I’ve had darkness as my burden,
I stuck my head out far enough to see some light.
So, carry on.
If your heart should wane,
And you’re stuck in yesterday’s remains,
All has been shaken,
Find your feet;
Realize the pleasantry in every step,
Here, thereon, and after.
And know that
There is kindness in a hand
That should pick you when you’ve fallen.
Chorus
Shed some light,
And you will grow.
We all make islands of ourselves,
And it takes one to know.
Leave this all in the past
With your broken bones, stepping stones,
Innocence and laughter.
Start anew.
Chorus - Track Name: On the Hillside
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See that fire on the hillside
Wind blowing you around
Lord, please don’t take me down.
Hear your children scream and crying
Red coals down under their feet
You could please leave this to them not me.
Car bombs in the kitchen
Blood shots in your eyes
Blinded, you can’t make sense of your disguise.
Though I still hope for the morning
And the love each new day brings
That flame keeps on growing
I feel the heat; the match struck deep, right to the bone.
Still that fire on the hillside
Burns and breaks you down
You focus, but still can’t make a sound.
Now your soil is a burnt-out dustbowl
With a cocktail of chemical spill
You’ve got a hunger a selfish mind could never fill
Here this ocean’s turning over
To knock you right off your feet
You’ll notice, against your will, you’re taken from your seat.
Though I still hope for the morning
And the love each new day brings
That flame keeps on growing
I feel the heat; the match struck deep, right to the bone.
And the past is a broken bottle
And its message has been lost
I will search the whole wide ocean
That has toppled upon your house.
Used to sit there on the hillside
With your ear down to the ground;
Used to breathe deep, now you feel to drown.
Though I still hope for the morning,
And the love each new day brings,
That flame keeps on growing.
I feel the heat; the match struck deep, right to the bone.
And the past is a broken bottle
And its message has been lost
I will search the whole wide ocean
That has toppled upon your house.
Now I’m waiting for the morning.
I’ll give all of the love I can.
Please don’t cover up my eyes;
I want to see the smoke stacks we leave behind. - Track Name: Words That Make Up A Hangman
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Hang me, or just let me go.
Hang me; just let me fall.
You wrote it down, the words so plain,
You said: “Hang me, I ain’t got no shame.”
I’ll speak the truth; I’m a stronger man,
I mean, I’ve got more courage
Than any of your hanging friends.
So hang me by a string,
And when my lungs thrust out,
The world will sing:
Doo doo doo do do do do dooooo…..
You are lost
And your mind has gone black.
Where you going to, my friend?
You are lost,
And there’s no turning back.
Where we going to my friends
I’ve got an eager mind, and I hope for change.
Don’t hold me down; don’t put me in a cage.
And all these trees must be reaching for something;
Give me some light! Don’t hold me down, no.
So you take that axe, cut the cord,
But I won’t fall, my love holds strong.
Doo doo doo do do do do dooooo….
You are lost,
And your mind has gone black.
Where you going to my friend?
The past is lost,
And there’s no turning back.
Where we going to my friend?
So hang me by a string,
And when my lungs are thrust out,
My words will ring.
