Archive for March, 2008

Interconnected

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Freakwitch - Interconnected

Our new album, Interconnected, is now available. You can download it directly from us, but please save bandwidth and listen/download from our myspace page or our RPM challenge page instead if you can (they will be posted there shortly as I write this).

We are not charging to download it, but please support us if you like it either by buying some merchandise, buying a copy of the CD (they will be available soon), or just simply donating to our cause.

Lyrics are posted below for your perusal. Thanks to everyone for contributing to this album and for putting up with us while we made it.

Everything is interconnected, I’m just not sure why

Hope

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Everything is interconnected
I just don’t know how
Butterfly is flitter-flying rising to the sky
Rising through the clouds up toward the sun
I know that my chance is slim
Still I hold out my hand
He lands, then he flies

Sometimes the choice is not your own
When you come up against that you see how you have grown
You can hold on tightly and still he has flown
Sometimes the choice is not your own

Everything is interconnected
I’m just not sure why
I see him running through the field
He’s kicking up the flowers
He’s kicking all the stars into the sky
As I watch him run away I cannot help but ask myself
Why? Why?

Sometimes the choice is not your own
When you come up against that you see how you have grown
You can hold on gently and still he has flown
Sometimes the choice is not your own
Not your own
Not your own
Not your own

My Own Way

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

I’ve been looking all day long for you
Now you’re standing right beside me
So I just paint myself a fool
I should have trusted the light to guide me

Sometimes I just get in my own way
Sometimes I just get in my own way
So I’m left with nothing else to say
Sometimes I just get in my own way

I’ve been singing all day long despite you
But I have not written one damn song
I guess I should have remembered to invite you
Then you could be singing along

Sometimes I just get in my own way
Sometimes I just get in my own way
So I’m left with nothing else to say
Sometimes I just get in my own way

I’ve been lost in these dreams for years
Still you’re lying right beside me
As we turn to face a brand new day
I trust in the light to guide me

Sometimes I just get in my own way
Sometimes I just get in my own way
So I’m left with nothing else to say
Sometimes I just get in my own way

Edge

Monday, March 3rd, 2008
The edge is all about
The edge is all about
In an instant your reality could be entirely snuffed out

When you come down off the mountain
Nobody gives a fuck
About how much was daring
About how much was luck
About how dumb you were in the first place
To hang your ass out here
You made it back from the edge
and the message is quite clear

The edge is all about
The edge is all about
In an instant your reality could be entirely snuffed out

Tip Of My Tongue

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Well I was about to say something to you
But I forget what it was
I was about to share something with you
But I forget because
It slipped my mind, just like that
It slipped my mind, just like that

It was right at the tip of my tongue
Right at the tip of my tongue
I had something
Something profound, and it’s gone

Right at the top of my head
Right at the top of my head
I was about to say it
Then it fled
It was right at the top of my head

Ahhhh, the tip of my tongue

All the things that I left undone
All the dreams that I left undrummed
All the songs that I left unsung
Because they’re trapped on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue

Well I know I had something important to say
But all the words, they just seem to fly away
I had something profound that I wished to impart
But I fear I am finished before I start

It was right at the tip of my tongue
Right at the tip of my tongue
And all the things that I left undone
All the dreams that I left undrummed
All the songs that I left unsung
Because they’re trapped on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue
Right at the tip of my tongue

Ahhhh, the tip of my tongue

And all the things that I left undone
All the dreams that I left undrummed
All the songs that I left unsung
Because they’re trapped on the tip of my tongue

Right on the tip of my tongue

Reach Your Heart

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

I don’t know how to reach your heart
I don’t know how to reach your heart
I only wish you’d take my hand
I can show you things you never dreamed of
And you can show me things I never dreamed of

I’m stuck here in the middle
And I don’t know what to do
I hurt myself for loving you
If you won’t notice, and if you can’t see
Why the hell am I doing this to me?

I don’t know how to reach your heart
I don’t know how to reach your heart
I only wish you’d take my hand
I could show you things you’ve never dreamed of
And you could show me things I’ve never dreamed of

I know you’ve been lied to, and I know I can’t possibly understand
But damn I’d like to try to, woman you know I want to be your man
‘Cuz you know I’ve been lied to, and you know you can’t possibly understand
But don’t you even want to try to? Woman don’t you want me to be your man?

I don’t know how to reach your heart
I don’t know how to reach your heart
I only wish you’d take my hand
I could show you things you’ve never dreamed of
And you could show me things I’ve never dreamed of
You can dream my dream with me
I can dream your dream with you
We can build a dream together, just we two
If you’d just tell me how to reach your heart

Penelope

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

She weaves alone in her room all day
And every night she unravels her fate
She will do this until he returns
Or they catch her at this charade

Because she believes,
She believes in love

She’s sure she’d know if he was dead
She’s sure she’d feel it in her soul
So she weaves with her thread
In hopes he comes back soon, but she don’t know

But she believes
She believes in love

After twenty years he returned
To find his court is filled with fools
He looks for his lady bride
And when she sees him it all comes true

That she believes
She believes
She believes in love
She believes

Edges

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

The edge is all about
The edge is all about
The edge is all about
The edge is all about
The edge is….

In an instant your reality could be entirely snuffed out

The edge is all about
The edge is all about
The edge is all about
The edge is all about

When you come down off the mountain
Nobody gives a fuck
About how much was daring
About how much was luck
About how dumb you were in the first place
To hang your ass out here
You made it back from the edge
and the message is quite clear

The edge is all about
The edge is all about
In an instant your reality could be entirely snuffed out
The edge is…

Rain Song

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

If it were raining now, that would suit my mood just fine
If it were raining now, I might just have a glass of wine
But it’s not raining now so you’ll have to hear my song
If it were raining now, I bet you would sing along

Sing along
Sing along

No I cannot even claim to understand
What you see in your position and your plan
I’m not disdainful, I just am a bit confused
As to the tools and the methods you will use

When you get to where you think you ought to be
I bet you won’t even cast a thought on me
Bet I remember you for the rest of my days
If I don’t, it’s because I slipped into a haze

Into a haze
Into a haze

If I were screaming now, I bet that would suit your mood just fine
Cuz if I were screaming now, you wouldn’t have to hear my rhyme
And if I told you how I feel right now inside
You would burst into flame from the shame

If it were raining now that would suit my mood just fine
If it were raining now, I wouldn’t have to cry inside
Since I came to this place it seems like I’ve been wasting time
If it were raining now, that would suit my mood just fine

My mood just fine
My mood just fine
My mood just fine

Hear it coming now
Hear it coming down
Hear it coming down
Hear it coming now
Here comes the rain

we’re done

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Well, we finished in time. Barely.

We’ll get mp3s up here soon, but first we want to finish artwork etc for the album.

It’s called Interconnected, by the way….