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Late September
04:33
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I have a real new riff on life
A dull annoying buzz like a thousand tiny cuts from a hundred microscopic knives
I’m wondering how this shameful circle ends
For it’s now late September and I really don’t remember
If I have any remaining friends
Well, I guess it depends on the latest trends
As the whole world bends, the whole world bends
I’ve got a brand new outlook on God
Who stuck me in this mansion with the endless rooms just to prove that I’m a real fraud
So I climb and climb again until I’ve nearly gone insane
Just to prove I possess a great resolve to play this game
And the terror’s got me trembling from my jaw down through my knees,
I want to scream and plead but I refuse to cede my insatiable greed
To uncover the secrets of the mystery,
Though I will likely bleed, oh I will likely bleed
So it manifests embedded within the bedrock, I hope you like to rock
And so it comes to be, the whole universe comes to me,
Opening up a sea of indelible moments
Hidden deep within invisible dark matter, but will it matter?
When you’re trapped upon the ledge of a thinly defined, final solid edge
I’ve designed a brand new original game,
Begins with a solid moral foundation, concludes without knowing her name
Well, really how can I really be blamed?
If fall in love with my own conjured works and I revel in this minor fame
Well, ain’t it a shame how the snow dog loves the sun
And refuses to ever run, oh oh, no no no
But it’s all in good fun, it’s all in good fun
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Something Beautiful
03:55
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Used to dream within the limited boundaries of society
Until I breached the line, one time, designed this new reality
Cherish something beautiful, the songs you hear, the revelations you see
Viva something beautiful, with an affinity to be free
Used to sing about wond’ring why things cannot remain the same
Or are we just some pawns rest upon the dawn of someone else’s larger game
Reflect something beautiful, the ones you love, the desires you seek
Reveal what is beautiful, with every honest word that you speak
There was a time when I was engrossed in winning while spinning in a tiny space
But now I’m overjoyed to be freely living among those inhabiting this place
Ring out something beautiful, missions served, souls redeemed
Drink in something beautiful, absorb the love that is ever key
In your rise above to what’s meant to be, in the quest for one to be free
Oh Lord, please, please, please let me be free, oh,
Oh, how I want to be free, how I’ve gotta be free
Ring out sweet chimes of freedom, please ring for me
I’ve gotta be, gotta beeeee… freeeeee…
Lord, let me be free (something beautiful),
Oh, I want to be, be, free (something beautiful)
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Canadians
05:30
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Once was a man from a northern land with an out-sized hunger for knowledge
He didn’t believe that this would be achieved only through indoctrinal college
So he chose the hill upon which he’d stand still
As a million eyes brought him in focus
Some where enthused, others crass and confused
As the clichés they prized were deemed bogus
A line traversed, Rubicon crossed for better or worse
It was just his curse
The professor arrived in a particular ride and a plethora of objects to beat on
He tempered the time with a mathematical prime, all while averse to the neon
In a horror-filled year his soul was ripped from its gears
And he embarked on a journey to find it
Traversing the land while never tipping his hand
For with this song it’s futile to time it
A soul reborn, a deeper truth divulged as he mourned
Most days will melt into each other with scarcely any question
And the time goes by so swiftly while we focus on what is pedestrian
And we get so mired within the minutia of re-positioning pawns
And we never notice Canadians ’til they’re gone
We never notice Canadians ’til they’re gone
So we’ll muster up the courage to carry on, to carry on
Amazing Grace will fall upon us
Amelia will smile down from the sky
We will fall in love again on this continent
We will ride aboard that fever train
A journey best experienced under this sky
A maple leaf shaped constellation up high
And we never notice Canadians, we never see the Canadians,
We never heed the Canadians while they thrive, while they’re still alive
Changing the world to one that’s lesser in peril
Always starts in your own little spaces
Giving your all, going forth rise or fall
May just work if you’re in the right places
The chaos is left behind, an anthem of the heart and the mind
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Dog Days
03:18
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Cherry Avenue
03:42
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Me and the dog on our afternoon ride,
Studiously studying both the left and right sides
Looking for squirrels, cats or that postman fool
On an extra slow journey, Cherry Avenue
Me and the dog both have senses tuned high
Focused on the ground, while ignoring the sky
Until I’m suddenly shaken by a forgotten view
Just ahead on the left of Cherry Avenue
And I say; “here is the house where my best friend died,
She was the innocent half of a murder/suicide”
A fevered bark in recognition of a friend,
Emerging from the shelter of his back yard pen
I spot a memory dangling underneath the next stop sign
A brutal reminder of one trying time
And I think; “here is the corner of my first heartbreak
An adolescent trauma which I could never quite shake”
This street goes on for miles and miles
A corridor of memories, tears and smiles, been quite a while
This street goes on for miles and miles and miles and miles
A someday, satisfying journey reconciled, after a while
After a while, I will see you smile after a while
Me and the dog on our way back home,
Ideas propagate for some brand new poem
As an instant verse emerges from the wider view
Just ahead on the right of Cherry Avenue
As I cry; “there is the place where that chance meeting occurred,
Could I ever have predicted what my life would be with her?”
Oh, oh, what a life I have with her
Woh, woh, woh such a good life I have with her
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Song for Jane
04:37
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Ohhhh… Jane, how is it going? I think there’s something needs to be said
I can’t believe it’s been five mornings without a single word, nor even nodded head
Well, I was gone for just a short spell but when I returned things were not the same
Let’s have it out, what’s the problem? For which transgression am I now to blame?
Well, ain’t it a shame oh, you won’t be tamed
Oh please tell me Jane what’s your secret, philosopher’s strange ancient mystic stone?
I’ve traveled far, traversed the boundaries of my own wisdom to intersect your zone
It wasn’t me outside your window, in the shadows beneath the trees
Do you wanna see me, woh so humble, humiliated, down on my knees?
Won’t you let it be? Or please set me free, please set me free
Ole’ Jane, she has her special way of doling out that torture every day
No matter what I say
She blames me for her bitter fate but I haven’t sprung that bait yet
Time will tell if I’m a yes or no, losing my resolve as the tension does grow
I don’t really like you but I can’t let you go
Please let me know, should I stay or go?
Well, your smile’s only visible from one side
And everybody’s trying to find a place to hide
But I know how you are (I know how you are)
Sometimes I’ll get lost in a frivolous dream, as you back me up into a cynical meme,
But I know where you are (I know where you are)
As the diminishing clock accelerates, there’s less and less hope for some amicable fate
‘Cause I know who you are (I know who you are)
Woh and your bond is like a dagger buried within
As you know each and every verse of my sin ‘cause I know what you are!
Why is it so, oh oh oh oh oh oh? That you won’t let it go, oh oh oh oh oh oh?
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The Streak Continues
03:13
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I’ve got anguish on my mind, constant tensions all the time
All my morals in a bind with this blurring of the lines
So the streak continues, yes, the streak continues
I’ve got things that must get done, emerging battles to be won
Situations short of fun, obligations under the gun
And the streak continues
Fly, free bird, fly, aim for the boundaries of the sky
And lie, really learn to master the lie
The world laid out before you only exists within the eye
And I’ve got a woman on the brain
Projecting lightening through my veins
She is the girl without a name, but I still love her all the same
For I exist to win you, oh no, ’less the streak continues
Oh no, no no oh no, no no oh no, no no no no no
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My Irish Sweetheart
03:36
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In the shade of an ancient oak tree
A cogent spirit surrounded me
Softly singing through the breeze, the aura of woman so free
On a hill near the hamlet Kilgart
Once again I found my Irish sweetheart
Moving oh, so gracefully, replenishing a weathered old heart
Then a crowd it grows, and crows and trolls
As a foul mood flows into an irritated deadlock
Soon that mood will give into corrupt motives,
We will not forgive nor live
If we don’t talk, we won’t take stock, we will never take stock
As the crowd soon shifts towards mesmerized fits,
And no one commits to quit when its best to do so
Arousing choleric kids to do bonehead bids
And they try to run but there’s nowhere to go
Where can they go?
In the sky above God’s sacred land
Forms a cloud shaped like two joining hands
Hov’ring above chaos below
Oh, tell me what does this now show?
Blazing a path to a new start
The way of my Irish sweetheart
My Irish sweetheart, blaze a path to a new start
My Irish sweetheart, blaze a path to a new start
My Irish sweetheart, refreshing new start
My Irish sweetheart
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Drink
05:27
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Gave my soul time off today to deliberate with some darker sage
Resolve that which won’t be solved
For every time you rolled your eyes, I rolled a bit closer to my suicide
Retreat, ultimate defeat
But how will I feel thirteen hours from now?
How will I learn to deal with the spinning wheels, tasteless meals,
Crooked deals, will I drink?
Waste away minor glimmer of life getting liquored to the brink
Cast aside any aptitude from my prime to stare into a bottomless sink
I can prove those theorems any time within the laboratories of my mind
But that truth requires no proof
And I’ve heard tall tales of better days when conditions warrant much better ways
But such a year, never seems to be near
So where does someone like me find his retreat?
Where is my sanctuary, my security, my amnesty, my drink?
Just to endure the day, I’ll need to find a revamped way to think
Beyond contemporary form, mind-rejuvenating storm on a lackluster, mundane day
Can’t seem to muster up the will to bring this forward in any other way
Can you concede my side or continue to attack my pride?
Do you remember things before the bitter shattering?
Will I climb up off the schneid, embark on a finer ride
Be a better human being, remembering everything I forgot
How will I see things thirteen months from now?
Will I reflect upon this fateful day
As when I hit bottom and propelled back up somehow?
Living renewed moments of life on a smoother plane, somehow
Giving those thinner days of my prime a much clearer lane, somehow… somehow
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Got a nemesis for whom my demise is the one and only wish
The best revenge is surely living well
A distant relative who will not believe in the motto “live and let live”
The best revenge is to live well
Confident within the intent about the way things ought to be
Applying meretricious trends, making no amends
Towards which ends? Eventually we’ll see
Once was a pessimist who believed it over-ambitious to follow his bliss
Was he right or wrong? Time will never tell
Traveled far in search of wisdom czars, who homilize what ought to be
Play a mean guitar, sing aloud to the stars, whether simple or hard,
Take this just as far as it is meant to be, oh what’s it meant to be,
Oh oh my soul, flow forth with me
(Axioms, convictions and beliefs), so oh oh
There’s a sweet songbird who attentively listens when there’s music to be heard
And so we journey onward towards a better realm
Knowing the best revenge is living well
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Sinclair Soul Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Sinclair Soul is an original rock and roll project by producer and composer Ric Albano.with guitarist Bret Alexander and drummer Ron Simasek. The music is a diverse breath of rock influenced from the classic era with a modern twist. In late 2023, the group will release it's fifth original album entitled "Frequencies".. ... more
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