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A Kite, A Key and A Storm

by The Darien Venture

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1.
Bones 03:55
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
2.
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?
3.
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
4.
Catapult 04:41
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
5.
Thinks/Thoks 03:04
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
6.
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
7.
Clock 03:43
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

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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

All songs by The Darien Venture.

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