Homelife

by Your Team Ring

/
1.
02:26
2.
3.
4.
5.
03:10
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
00:54
17.
04:35

credits

released January 1, 2002

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Your Team Ring Brooklyn, New York

Your Team Ring is Gabriel Walsh's recording project, featuring Richy Midnight active from 1992-2005.

contact / help

Contact Your Team Ring

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Goodbye
double mind - he walks alone | double
voice - he now must roam | reach up and shear the
sickly thread | which links your thoughts to your
head - Goodbye
Track Name: This Apartment Will Rise
Everyday seeps to
the next, from street to street and dusk till' desk
Crowded no ones in an empty room | Everyday the
Will To Believe falls asleep his hands in his sleeves.
Going nowhere | Bloated page and dreams of greed
code the leads.... going nowhere | But in secret I've
prepared! | Since I was 17 | All joking aside this
apartment will rise! | A monkey crew has been
assembled | Gauges checked and blue prints
resembled | Heading straight for nowhere | Going
nowhere...
Track Name: Brother Clone
A prick of blood, | an ounce of
fear, | a bit of mud, | then you appeared. | You seemed
surprised, | but also know | we've both surmised | you'll
be my faux. | It must hard to be so me, | the guilt you feel | has been
my fee. | All this time | you've been so near, | tucked away | but so sincere.
My face, your own | Brother Clone | My life, your own | Brother Clone
Genetic farm | you've been the charm! | To my escape | I must quickly make.
Track Name: Mobile Home
Before we go we will bestow this last one | We'll let you
know below is stored a 'fast one' | On you from me for your decrees and
functions | Somehow we've always known | why to call the mobile home
It's up to you to undo the fasten | We'll let you know how it go'd in the
past tense | The lights dim low and the clouds draw near | Look out and
say, 'Goodbye atmosphere' | To call the mobile home | To've freed him
and to've flown | The panic, the dust and the drone | of our Brother
Clone!
Track Name: The Big Drift
Goodbye! | We've reached the blackened skies | Reply to the ground we've been untied | Alive! | Out here one can't deny | Believe me when I say | The Big Drift's the answer | It relieved me of that voice, that
song, the glance heard. | Please Try to understand this folly | I'd die if you
we're to find it appalling | Believe Me when I say | The Big Drift's the
question | It's the only thing I've felt worthwhile to mention | Collide with the self that's held you down | Realize the you in you is bound | Believe me
when I say | The Big Drift's the gospel | A gift to wound the healed and turn the timid hostile
Track Name: Hey, Mister Space Trolley Man
Oh! I am your space trolley man, | here to
bring you what news I can. | While you were away, a way up here | your
girl has fallen in love, oh dear! | It's not as bad as you might think. | It's not
some goon or some ratfink. | It's yourself, oh well, your clone. | You can't
just go and leave your baby alone. | You might have felt so fancy free,
but for you now there's jealousy!
Track Name: Change Directions
We'll change directions | This much is
clear | We've sought perfection | but not the pure | While we took
suggestions | he held her near | While we built confections | she
disappeared | The unknown is less than what is known | Seeing,
believing: these are shames and now it shows | The adventure's
over | let's turn around | But the lights are blinking | the alarm bells
sound | Doors will open, words will swallow | Love will beckon,
clones will follow
Track Name: The Landing Gear is Stuck, My Dear
Rocket side, silver glide
The arch is drawn, the sky to become | a slow escape:
the moonlyscape. | But the landing gear is stuck my
dear... | Air is thin | An impish grin comes over the crew. I
wish that they knew | Drift away | and come what may,
but the landing gear is stuck my dear...
Track Name: The Problem with the Fourth Dimension
Before and behind us the veil sinks yet sails | What steps forth
reminds us of why logic fails | And up ahead, and yet
below, the women stare | They are lost, yet now are
found, are they even there? | Widows with play things
strewn across the lawn. | Honeymooners at the wake,
they console themselves with song: | "My love, it's not
your eyes the problem's not the fourth dimension, | My
dear, it's not your mind the problem is the place you've
come from" | Go ahead weep for the kites, kata is always
known. | Go ahead fall down the stairs, ana is always
home | "My love, wipe your eyes the problem's not the
fourth dimension, | My dear, clear your ears the
problem is the place you've come from" | Oh vision don't
stray from me - I make my plea | And with that the light is gone. And so is
she. | Oh love please shift my eyes so I'll always see the fourth dimension,
Oh dear please fix my tongue so this place I won't mention.
Track Name: Parade of the Mechanical Ants
We've landed on the border of a strange land. | The sounds resound on the ground just like a tin can | Sensors read the odor of the ozone | What kind of thing could live in this unknown?
Off in the clear, they make their way near. It's mechanically clear | "We are your lost sons!!! There's no where to run!!!" | Parade: wandering to the horizon Charade: splitting the hares from the lion on the grave | Parade: life springing forth from division | Charade: knowing the part of the master and the slave | In their grasps we understand their meaning. | It's been us all these years they've been feeding. | With the dream to escape our homelife. | Like a plate of honey left for the buzzing swarm We've taken the bait into our minds in hypnotic form | "There's nowhere to run"
Track Name: Lost in the Ocean of Bone
It seems it's a lovely day for flights | for teams of the others we've left to plight | In dreams the ocean swallows the ground who'd of ever thought that I would be let down? | In the stars are we alone? Or are we home in this ocean of bone? | We were snails in comparison | It was shale that crumbled away | Where were we desirable? And where were we safe? | Show me adventure and I'll show you something gray....Sailing through the living dying. Sailing through the living dying. Sailing through the living dying.
Track Name: The Ol' Switcharoo
Won't tell you any lies my dear friend. | You're about to die, at your life's end | Nothing left but bone on your face. | But I've brought your clone to this space | A grave you may not own in this case He'll peel away his skin for you sir! | Now go and crawl right in this strange fur. He's the hero of the day, 'twas his plan | It doesn't take a birth to make a great man.
Track Name: Homelife
Once the route drew toward dream | but the dream is now Homelife | The path unfound: Homelife | From shell to self,from rot to health | The fleeing weed becomes the potted seed | To live as one: Homelife | Conjure undone: Homelife | From know to known: Homelife | The dream is now Homelife.