A Kite, A Key and A Storm

by The Darien Venture

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Recorded, Engineered and Mixed between December 2011 - December 2012 by Bruce Rintoul.
Cello on Ho! Criminal Face and Clock: Elaine Glass.
Keys on Clock by Mark Hunter.
Thanks to Bruce and Kyle for the extra vocals.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for listening to us and coming to the shows. You will never know how much it means.

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released March 10, 2013

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Track Name: Bones
let's try to shake things up just to see what would happen
as if the stakes weren't high enough,
an insurgency of words and i'm drawing blanks
give me health, give me strength and i'll steal the rest
you can't hold on to what's not in your hands
rely on my wits, luck's been merciless
you can't hold on to what's not in your hands
is that the best you've got, is this the absolute most you can muster?
i think it's worth another shot because when this ends it ends in disaster
i don't mean to cause alarm but can anybody land this thing?
before we hit the storm beneath the calm
it's strange but for a change i'm not the one who is panicking
wrap your skeleton around me, shape the way the shadow's cast
and put our bones aside
it was worth it for the memories, don't pretend you didn't laugh
put our bones aside
stay awake for the astounding so you remember where we stand
put our bones aside
it was worth it for the memory, wrap your skeleton around me
and put our bones aside
Track Name: Ho! Criminal Face
if you draw the maps, i'll make the climb
if you make mistakes i'll chart the differences
but you lay the traps and i trip the lines
when conflict breaks i drop my defenses
(contact, no contact)
you shoot your mouth at a gunfight until you're out of ammunition
and i still don't know what you're talking about re-assert your position
argue for hours to clarify, ending in further confusion
and i'll take my time until you decide to reach a resolution
you're so far away
halves of a whole that can't separate
but you're still so far away
looking for something outside of the fold
take it apart and start again
if you're trying to tame the world
you'll destroy yourself in the process
are you trying to change the world?
Track Name: 1.21 Gigawatts
1.21 gigawatts

what happened?
distractions, i just closed my eyes for a second
directionless, your patterns are random
i'm lost, i spiral amidst the confusion
no blueprints, disappearing symmetry
you create the most magnificent things and then destroy them perfectly
you wait, procrastinate, debate, contemplate and hesitate
until you end up where you started and you can't remember anything
you excel at complicated equations but you answer in questions
the cracks the snapshots capture
the fractures in the structure give way and you end up where you started
you can't remember anything
search for a centre or vanishing point to make sense or find reason if any
is there an origin at all?
what happened?
distractions, i just closed my eyes for a second
directionless, your patterns abandoned and scattered at random
your overs are through, your logic is skewed
you follow your anthematical routes
i'll lead you down paths, i will take you down paths
show me your imagination
i'm lost and losing it a little bit
don't loosen grip
what's wrong with these maps?
our last chance at last
show me your imagination
Track Name: Catapult
allow some time for your eyes to adjust to the light,
i know it's been a while but will you give me a sign when you're starting to feel alive?
i can see how we got here but that's a different story altogether and looking back is getting us nowhere but denial isn't any better.
you pass yourself on the way back trying to keep up but the circles you've been running in have become a clusterfuck.
you say you're looking for an exit but until then you'll continue to conceal yourself in layers of armour like every day is a battlefield.
why so serious? suspend your disbelief,
you owe it to yourself to have a little faith in me.
this is an intervention, in memory,
a monument to all those that contest convention and reject it with due respect.
we hold out hope for a better hand and make the most of what we have and in the meantime, to get by, we create an escape to occupy us
let's waste some time and have some fun if it kills us
and if it breaks our hearts at least there was love in the process
and in the time it takes to make a mistake you get a feeling that you can't shake
break our hearts at least there was love in the process
one of these days we might be saved on the strength of a promise we never even made on a clumsy catapult that was only good for a warning shot
that hurled through the heavens to ground our doubt
bound to the momentum we're bound to find out
but i can't shake the feeling the cracks you're concealing would heal if you'd only allow them
with no general direction you stick to one spot
restrict your volition in case you get caught wishing decisions were written,
instructions from loved ones who have your best interests at heart
one of these days we might be saved on the strength of a promise we never even made on a clumsy catapult that was only good for a warning shot
in the time it takes to forgive a mistake you get a feeling there's a feeling that you can't shake
Track Name: Thinks/Thoks
i'm in no rush to get back to my other life, selling money, idea's, and peace of mind.
i don't think this is such a great waste of all our time
you set up the joke but we are the punchline
brought down by the heights to which you aspire
this caper is bound to backfire
blunt minds once were sharp, develop a safety net
make your own mistakes with conviction
we still mean what we say, we know who we are
we'll stick to our guns while there's breath in our lungs
we got a lot of what we know from history
stuck on the walls in order, a life in low exposure
hey, you would forget your head if it wasn't stuck to your neck
ambition can lead to electrical overload
synapses collapsing in a blackout, a power-cut
when you can't find your way
remember that we still mean what we say, we know who we are
we'll stick to our guns while there's breath in our lungs
we got a lot of what we know from history
stuck on the walls in order, a life in low exposure
Track Name: Tonight Matthew
is this a joke, a ruse or are you loosening the screws?
is what it takes to keep it going not worth more than you'll lose?
just don't abandon us before you've heard the plans
we'll be co-conspirators if you give us half a chance
will you wave me in?
share these ambitions with me and carry them as far as you can
it won't count if you don't believe
with short, sharp enthusiastic bursts
together we are more than the sum of separate parts
we stand up we denounce these restrictions
we run head first with the strength of conviction
we lock eyes in the face of resistance
when we shout it's the sound of subsistence
embrace the change, embrace the changes
with the best intentions you wait for the change you hope will come
but we are only what we've done
we are only what we've done
Track Name: Clock
look up, look up it's the same skies we're looking at
have you given all you can? let it go
i'll be a balance between the repeat of routine and the unknown
i'll give you everything i ever had just don't let go
stop the clocks, reverse the cogs and take us home
what if i said there was no destination, we'll never know when to stop
follow the threads and the constant rotation, the steps in themselves are enough
have you given all you can?
when the atmosphere collapses there is nothing we can do
if it wasn't for the silence we would certainly approve
but the moments flicker past us and there is nothing we can do
if it wasn't for the silence we'd have nothing left to lose
what if i said there was no destination, we'll never know when to stop
follow the threads and the constant rotation, the steps in themselves are enough
lost in the loop of the same situations, the adrenaline's running amok
the answer's the same, an enlightening elation, the steps in themselves are enough
give me a frame of reference
every second is a contradiction
you're breaking up the stars realizing they bear no relation
i need a clear objective or an epiphany of some description
an awakening of sorts, a master plan, a revelation
look up, look up it's the same skies we're looking at