The Shepard of My Despair (mp3 post)

Without any further delays let me unleash the two new tracks upon you feeble fumbling critters.

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - Darla's Summer

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian

P.S. - If the songs are not downing, please head to the Dye Cordroy MySpace page to download the new tracks: www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

Darla's Summer is a slap-yo-momma/alt-country-ish ditty while At Your Meridian is a velvety-dystopic-love-song. Very different in styles.

Lyrics - Darla's Summer

Hey Darla come on out, come on out let's play
I'll shelter you from daylight; pushing into greys
You don't have to walk on water; don't have to stray
I'll pick you out some peaches; we'll run around till late

And all the while you are here
The shepard of my despair

And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind


Hey Darla seven up, touch me and i'm there
I'll paint the green of envy; breach the atmosphere
Hey Darla kiss the sunshine; poison all the queer
Your lips whisper trembling, apocalyptic fears

You raise the bar and i'm there
Gangway coz' i'm coming up for air


And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind
Conceive the perfect murder; the alibi you bring

The soul has colossal impossible blackholes to tame
With sunspots and planets that have never been named
You spin like a wheel in the face of a careless mistake
The stars in your eyes; revolve; evolve and refrain


Lyrics - At Your Meridian

I know lately; we seem to be flying
But I've been thinking with a straight mind
Swear i'm thinking with a straight mind
Consequently; things have been fine
I've been walking down a straight line
Swear I'm walking down a straight line

These have been the only words that I wrote
You have been the only truth I spoke
Mine has been a lonely kind of road
Will you take a drive? Will you take drive?
Will you take a drive?

I've had waited, all of this time
To sing about the world on decline
In the panoply of these lines
You have baited, now reel in my rhymes
For you i'd rather steal the sunshine
At your meridian of fair crimes

This has been the only thought in my head
Will you run or will you play instead?
I will chase you down the palisades
Won't you be mine? Won't you be mine?
Won't you be mine?

All day long, all i hear is how happiness disappears
But I know if you stay, you will persuade my fears
In your world, i would be - the only war of peace
And I'd stand, take the fall - be the timbre of your speech

Pledge my Grievance to the Flag

If the cyclops dreams of yesteryear were any indication: it's really become a boggy marsh or political peasantry. It's a shame. Start digging underground to kick in the ostrich's face. FEH !

This is just a sick sad carousel ride that I will be continuously throwing wrenches in the works of. I shall be uploading the two new tracks "At Your Meridian" and "Darla's Summer" come next post.

p.s. I am back (for the 13th time).