really like the chord sequence, got a little rock to it

It's the Fourth ("IV") because this song has seen many permutations, and I've raided this pattern for bits of other tracks — like "Hope" on my last album. But it finally gets its due. I think it's about love or need or infatuation. Maybe even fear and admiration, but like, in a lightweight way.

Saturn IV

Oh, you're chained round your middle.
and you've no way of breaking.
Stare in the mirror and decide to keep faking. 
Perhaps you'd care more if you'd a much bigger stake in.
How did you end up owned?

You're like a pound shop fagin, sending others to take for.
Hardly ever get the things that you wouldn't pay for
A string of hankies with nothing on the end of.
Consider yourself well done.

Oh, you need a little something a break from the revelry. 
What you were lacking weren't  attached to a family.
Trap door open up with every man's name on.
Son, you can fall down low.

Oh, there's no escaping, it's all bought and paid for.
What would you even want to escape for?
It's not like anybody is waiting to hear from.
There's nothing to overthrow. 

You're a pound shop fagin. look what you have created.
The thing with women is they're greedy for babies.
Keep your head or you'll get caught if your lazy.
It's not like you didn't know.


Pound Shop Fagin

I've been shipped around these islands, since i was seventeen.
Finally, I found the time to take it all easy.
You offered up your violence, but I'm larely sedentary. 
The singular collection of star dust that's left for me.

You came to me all smiling, but it wasn't what it seemed.
You placed me in a cage, and then you threw away the key.
I offered naught but silence to escape your hedgmony. 
Whilst picking through the bones in an attempt at living free 

Dreams, aren't ever as they seem. 
People scrape by and scheme.
People sing their own songs.
Dreams, where the doors are closing.
The booming voice from within.
Says wait for things to go wrong.

See this relationship begat a pile of your debris.
The mask came creeping formless in the shape of pleasantries. 
You offered up compliance, but then asked me for a fee.
It cost as much as anything, as much as sanity. 

The shadowbans, my biggest fan, a waking reverie.
A place to spend the winter where the winds aren't so heavy.
You sold me out for pennies cos the costs were heavenly.
A separation brought on, by the waters of the sea.

Dreams, of a type and a theme.
Into soft melodies 
With people dancing along.
Dreams, are warnings sent by a friend.
Who knows to what they portend?
Suppose they speed things along.

The link that held together had been severed long before. 
A chink that turned forever into kind of nevermore.
A difference of opinion can be all kinds of deathly.
You bought a brand new lock and then you threw away the key. 

Threw Away The Key

Tomorrow's Chill (new vocals mix)

: // express. r e a l i t y

A song about persistence with the ones you love

LYRICS:

Try to lose
your California blues
But your walking shoes
are tied too loose
Find the loose end and pull it through
You don't need to be cool
Just need to be true

You don't need to be cool
Just need to be true

Three words are spoken too soon
Two hearts are broken by the moon
To fill the void in
We're drinking poison
Untended flowers never bloom

Duty is a poor motivator
Duty is a poor motivator
I'm gonna try

So gimme that lift-in-the-chest-
eyes-up-to-the-sky
version of 'ok,
I'm gonna try'

Gimme that lift-in-the-chest-
eyes-up-to-the-sky
version of 'ok,
I'm gonna try'

I'm gonna try

Duty

Featuring:
Brittany Hadley: Vocals
Chris Kuklis: Guitar 
Produced by: Jason Metzner and Chris Kuklis

Threw Away The Key

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