Millennial Tombs

by Bo White

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released July 6, 2014

Written, arranged and recorded by BW. Corrected by tape.
Instruments by BW except:
Viola - Alea Tuttle
Saxophone - Andrew Thewlis
French Horn - Chris George
Photo by BW.

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Track Name: Golden Ops
The doldrums grind. The drones all follow single mindedly.
Lost in these depths alone, craving light.
Just one more night, could be the death of you.

It’s within your power. Lo the golden hour.
Shun the crowd who would hesitate.
It’s a daunting climb but no better time,
Nothing binding your fate.

Who knows their plans? The granite cold in greedy hands.
Now tombstones are obsolete, working stiffs.
Just one more shift, could be the death of you.
Track Name: Matinee
Fearless as a new born pup
Urging everyone to get messed up
Finding random fools to fill your cup
For the personal riot

Then you go acting out in Sailor’s Park
Thinking no one sees you in the dark
Well they can, what’s more, they’re taking notes
Of all the missteps

This could be your matinee

Waking from a stranger’s bed
Police siren ringing in your head
Guess it’s better than being left for dead
In the pit of the district

Rigid as a Maltese cross
Yet another day that has been lost
Dodging street lamps you know by heart
As they show indifference

This could be your matinee
Track Name: Patient
I’ve been staring at the red sunlight
I’ve been begging them to make things right
And now I have to wait

I’ve been eating through this tube for weeks
I’ve been greeting them with sunken cheeks
And still I have to wait

At least I’ve got the people I care about

I’ve been taking every pill they bring
I’ve been wondering if I’ll ever sing again
Oh it’s a dreadful wait

I’ve been pining for an hour’s sleep
I’ve been rationing my sanity
I guess I’ll have to wait

At least I’ve got the people I care about
Track Name: Walls Of Health
The walls of health came tumbling down
Something no one should see
Three machines stand wheezing now
Pumping life into me
As I lie there still but not peacefully
Breathe in deep, that’s infinity
The walls of health came tumbling down
Something no one should see

Any pageant could be the last
That's why I’m always looking my best
Three piece suit with matching hat
Survivor pin on my chest
As I stand here still but not peacefully
Breathe in deep, that’s infinity
Remember any pageant could be the last
That's why I’m always looking my best
Track Name: No Frills
I thought I had died, surfing out the tragic years
I’d hit the dregs when the yacht appeared
Some visions come too soon
But I could tell that you were right on time

I see your pops in a white top black brimmed hat
And his new wife on the lounge in back
The parents won’t agree
But I know you are just my kind

That’s quite an entrance there
So prim and proper at the gate
But inside is the modest heiress
No frills, no shiny decorations

We walked the shore till the moon picked up our scent
And joked a bit when we reached my tent
But you still slipped inside
And I knew that you were just my kind

That’s quite an entrance there
So prim and proper at the gate
But inside is the modest heiress
No frills, no shiny decorations