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Annwn
03:11
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everybody’s gonna think it’s them
when you go drifting out the world on a new song
pen smearing on a new page, police tape on the grass
everyone’s gonna wonder what they did wrong
so think of us and walk it back, walk it back
you don’t have to work that angle.
perforate the lines around your life
let in the hounds, the changelings and the angels
a turning gear
sets the gears around to spin too
you dance in your room and the stars turn with you
how I long to see the old things –
the old world written in old words
consumed with my body in a long fire
and rise up in the sound of a new chord
do you float?
or does your spirit sink into the earth?
I think you slip sideways into a new birth
and you don’t want a funeral
but I guess you kinda gave up on getting your own way.
so we’ll gather ‘round a fire tonight
and stop talking shit about each other for a day
if your spirit’s really floated off somewhere
maybe we’ll sight it as it passes
we’ll be holding up your wings
and you’ll be holding up our glasses
have a drink.
have a few, it doesn’t matter now
hear the nightlife of a new town
feel the bright light on your eyes now
sing a new song, sing a new song
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Do No Harm
03:03
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I went out walking by the lake,
fingers frozen, and tried to think
I wish I was still smoking, god forbid
I wish it didn’t matter what I did
I know you’re singing to yourself
checking your voicemail a dozen times
I wish you didn’t love me like hell
I wish it didn’t matter what I felt
and we could live inside this endless “oh well . . .”
do no harm – shed no tears – reference your directive
make no sound when you go – leave them guessing in the snow
oh, throw ‘em off now
I smell your brandy breath and I’m concerned
and I know you’re worried about me in your turn
the bar gets louder, the evening softens
you know you shouldn’t drive home, I shouldn’t be talking
I know I shouldn’t weigh myself so often
but I do no harm – shed no tears – reference my directive
leave no trace – show no fear – leave them guessing where I go
and in your arms I disappear – it feels so familiar
no one knows that I’m here, I leave no footprint in the snow, oh
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One Night
04:00
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when it’s twilight on the trail
and there’s nowhere left to go
when they’re closing down the Comet
I’ll be the last to know
the band and the drinks, your hand on my knee,
this is not my scene – but you seem interesting –
as the glasses all clink, as the words start to sing
I am listening, I am listening
as you try to tell your feast from famine
we’re not the ones we’re looking for in the end
another night will pass right through you
and leave your voice hollering on the wind
your arm around my waist
out where all the drunks were parked
now they’re slip sliding in formation
down the highway in the dark
it’s not the magic of dreams, it’s not you, it’s not me
not the arrow of love, or the celestial machine
we’re just enacting the scene: we speak and believe
one night is all we need, that is all I need
I’m not as uptight as I seem, though it’s close, and the steam
of your breath in the branches like a sign I can’t read
but I will come right along, I can be had for a song
and I am listening, I am listening
as you try to tell your feast from famine
but we’re not the ones we’re looking for in the end
another night is just another night
and leave my voice wavering on the wind
try and tell your feast from famine
you’re not the one you’re looking for in the end
every hand will pass right through you
and leave your voice hollering on the wind
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Nell
02:36
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I know you’re out there statistically
I hope you haven’t given up on me
as I wonder through the bayou
“journeys end in lovers meeting”
and every step that came before
will bend in towards a single moment
like waves pulled into shore
I bake some bread and I pour some wine
make my bed and I bide my time
I can’t wait to get to know you
“journeys end in lovers meeting”
and every step that came before
will bend in towards a single moment
like waves pulled into shore
“journeys end in lovers meeting”
I feel mine coming to a close
I’m not afraid when you will be there
every lonely playwright knows that
“journeys end in lovers meeting”
and every step that came before
will bend in towards a single moment
like waves pulled to a distant shore
“journeys end in lovers meeting”
I feel mine coming to a close
I’m not afraid if you will be there.
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Insurance
03:09
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Katerina just relax, this is not an intervention
we all just got off work at the same time
so drink all that you want, no one’s keeping track
though it says something you think we might
what if my appendix bursts? what if I get pneumonia?
what if I up and pull out all my teeth?
what if your mind gives out on your way back home from Arlins
when the night is cold and your friends are all asleep
oh la
isn’t it a thin string we’re on
four degrees of warmth — plague bacteria in the icemelt —
the Beast born from a nuclear oil slick
don’t think about me Kate, just trust there is no answer
the drugs just make my stomach sick anyway
let go of your concern, and I will do with mine
if disaster comes we’ll stand and lock eyes with it
I think I’m going up, do you want another whisky
each glass and every night alive’s a gift
oh la
isn’t it a thin string we’re on
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everybody’s thinking the same thing
eating candy in the airport,
looking at phones, awful at sports
all of us here in the same place
making the rounds,
eyes on the ground in crowded rooms
where they’re all thinking the same thing
everybody’s thinking the same thing
everybody’s thinking the same thing
watching out for developers, bureaucrats,
drug sniffing dogs and the cops
just hoping that the phone rings
or the email with the job, or the lotto,
or finding twenty bucks on the ground
just get me off of the down-swing
everybody’s thinking the same thing
so how’s it goin, how’s it goin, how’s it been?
great set – great party – great to see you here again
how’s it goin, how’s it goin, how’s it been . . .
all saying the same things
deep in our heads, losing the thread,
telling ourselves:
"this isn’t happening to me
I’m not one of those chumps
I work harder, and jump higher,
I deserve so much more" -
in every case it’s the same thing
everybody’s thinking the same thing
everybody’s thinking the same thing
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Cigarettes Inside
03:48
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no, I can’t go in there, I don’t know anyone inside
but thanks for the invitation. I don’t need a ride
I’ll take the bus back home – I’ll take the 19
I love your jokes and your dancing and your fake photographic smile
thanks for the brandy, it’ll do me for a while
but don’t try and draw me out – I don’t want to be drawn out: no, sir
the sky is blank, the freeway’s empty – the roulette table’s rigged
maybe we should quit before our drinks get cold and our cards declined
we’ve got cigarettes inside us
fizzing when we sing
the bar gets quiet in winter, the jukebox rimed with ice
I hope I die before I get bitter, before I ever think I’m wise
because I’m dumb and the things I love are dumb
but I can’t change them – I am them
don’t lie, don’t borrow money, don’t come crawling to my door
don’t admit defeat, don’t ever change your mind,
don’t go out anymore
‘cause we’re obsolete, we have gone obsolete by intelligent design
as another generation picks up
cigarettes inside us, though we don’t smoke them anymore
they’re still burning down the years, ash spilling out our ears
smoke rises in the silence: have I done all I am good for?
all this singing, marching, voting, I’m still standing here and choking
on my breath, at every party they’re smoking cigarettes inside
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8. |
Birthdays Together
02:02
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I’m always taking off my shoes
you’re always doing work you can’t use
as some east side lawyer shreds the blues
we have our birthdays together
but we’re growing apart. we’re growing apart
we have our birthdays together
my back turned to the weather of life
you call to talk about the Reds
I don’t give a fuck about the Reds
I just want to get my friends all here
we’ll have our birthdays together
or we won’t have them at all, have them at all
our years pass linked for ever
two fates in a world of birthdays
we have our birthdays together
but we’re growing apart, the shatter has started
turn your back to the world forever
fall into the line of birthdays
your friends forget your birthday
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Counterpoint
04:28
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who can judge you if you’re angry
we’d be angry too
so tear the kitchen cabinets off their hinges
no-one’s blaming you
if he calls you from Kate’s after-party
do you think that you’ll pick up?
you’ve been drifting through your twenties
carried on your luck
if I can’t believe it
maybe there’s not grace in my heart to match it
if it seems like some kind of magic
who can judge you if you’re drinking
I’ve been drinking too
so tell him what you’re gonna tell him
do what you’re gonna do
if I can’t believe it
maybe there’s not love in my heart to match it
if it seems like some kind of magic
guess we’re just gonna wash our hands
and send you on your way
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All Hallows
02:51
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I can’t wait to get doored by cars
on Hamilton Avenue, I’m too far
from home and I’m gonna get slipping drunk
and call my friends to pick me up
like “fists clenched in shame and rage
leaning on the door of a silver cage”
most fucked up on Ancient Ancient Age
all hallows storm the stage & screen
my breath comes tentative
take me to where the white boys live
show me around my thin white room
I’ll put on a DVD for you
while the tavern light goes grey
the chord goes up, the crowd goes ape
you’re the last one un-amazed
all hallows storm the stage
when you’re anxious, it’s just you
everyone else knows what to do
and when I’m afraid to embarrass myself
no one else needs any help
when you’re gone enough that the taxis won’t stop,
gone enough that you start to trust the cops
gone enough that the band sounds great
that’s when all hallows praise all hallows
the past’s a maze and the future’s blank
the veil draws back and in its place
is just so much empty space
all hallows storm the stage
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Dickens Dock
05:31
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like snowmelt into dry ground
I’m having better dreams now
a new bar to argue with new friends
I walk on the ice and don’t fall in
the cold pier where we first kissed
guess nobody ever named it
I christen it Dickens Dock after my jacket pocket paperback
break a bottle of beer and take a picture, but it’s not like that
god damn weren’t we strivers
true believers and deciders
planting landmines for no-one to find
I give everyone a wide berth
all that worry makes my stomach hurt
hot on the trail of some dialectical secret that may or may not be there
when the roof caves in the kids are so stoned that they don’t care
they just love the open air
god damn aren’t we strivers
training dogs and cutting wires
on landmines that no prying feet will find
god damn aren’t we strivers
under monstrous amplifiers
making monsters for monsters to fight
god damn aren’t we strivers
god damn aren’t we strivers
we care too much: it makes us look ridiculous
our angry mouths wide open to a sky
that only laughs and sends down snow to coat our tongues
god damn aren’t we strivers
god damn aren’t we strivers
when the pier’s knocked down
and the picture’s lost on some dead drive
the night sky steals a kiss for its frozen archive
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12. |
Gretna Green
04:04
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maybe you fall out of love – we’ve all seen it – it happens
maybe you’re exhausted – half out and half in
maybe I have to spend some time in institutions
fighting with insurance, worn down to a wisp
forget about all of that:
let’s light up the bar
there’s no-one I’d rather love
than whoever you are
what if my liver fails catastrophically, with no warning
while I’m watering the garden on some bright October morning?
what if next time if you get angry you get really angry?
what if forgiving takes more heart than have?
there’s a bomb in the submarine
consider the facts:
like iron to an anvil, like the California coastline
like the Billboard top 40 we move in our own time
what if I don’t know you as well as I know that I love you
what if there’s no tomorrow to test us anyhow
so let’s get married right now
feel free to say no but I think it’s a good idea
I can cook and clean the house
and it’d make doing taxes simpler – hear me out –
let’s get married right now
I’m ready, I’m even wearing shoes
and I got my best pen in my pocket
friends to witness and warm blankets for the ride
let’s get married tonight, I’m bright
and I’m ready for the rest of our life
let’s get married tonight, and you can have me
while I’m still alright
let’s get married tonight, I’m bright
and I’m ready for the rest of our life
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jon is a normal guy who is a clerk at a normal type of store. he likes new age music and the beach. he has long hair, for now, but that could change, for instance if his hair were to get burned on the stove. that can happen at any time. he plays music.
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