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Our Given Names

by The Sunday Colors

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1.
Lies 04:25
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He said I spell it with a K, I don’t see why you can’t remember K-A-S-E-Y, it’s not so hard, and you didn’t have a problem back when you thought I was a tomboy I am only who I’ve always been And I know that’s not the story you tell yourself when you’re all alone and the lights are dim I’d pray for your acceptance, but I don’t believe in God I’d turn to better friends, but I know you’re all I’ve got Getting older means you change, not always for the better Getting older means you count your loss and learn to settle Getting older every day, getting older every day He said you don’t have to shout, could you slow things down, could you change your position? You may think you’ve seen a different side of me, but though my smile has changed you’ll find I’m not so different I can’t speak my mind without having to tiptoe around your emotions I had built up steam, but now that you’re crying I’ve lost all composure I’d pray for your acceptance, but I don’t believe in God I’d turn to better friends, but I know you’re all I’ve got Getting older means you change, not always for the better Getting older means you count your loss and learn to settle Getting older every day, getting older every day Who I am is not to blame But like oil to the open flame You can’t fault the fire for its sincerity But nor am I compelled to stay I won’t bite my tongue another day You say my burns will heal and I’ll be free But it’s lies  
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Shock Value 04:30
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You don’t have anything nice to say to me But that hasn’t slowed you down from trying Just once I wish you’d communicate sparingly Though armed with best intentions, you have always evil underlying Is it too much to ask for, too much to ask for, to let the feeling stay? And I’m too old to ask for, and too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more I won’t lift your sword from the stone and lay it down at your feet Your heart may be a stronghold, but I am not its keep I won’t always let you have your way with me Our love was a sight magnificent, and now there’s nothing left to see Is it too much to ask for, too much to ask for, to let the feeling stay? And I’m too old to ask for, and too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more You speak without thinking, such a careless point of view Pay no attention to the content of your message, only thinking about the shock value You speak without thinking, such a careless point of view Pay no attention to the content of your message, only thinking about the shock value You don’t have anything nice to say to me But that won’t stop the water rising and breaking down my door Is it too much to ask for, too much to ask for, to let the feeling stay? And I’m too old to ask for, and too young to ignore, and now the time has slipped away And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more And it’s gone gone gone, and it’s gone gone gone, and I won’t be back for more You don’t have anything nice to say to me
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Pump The Brakes 04:15
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I drove due south to Fort Lauderdale on a weekend morning You’d fallen and broken your ribs and were in the hospital I’d come to feed your cat and make sure you were alright I couldn’t brace myself for what I knew I’d find Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone I was following a long-rehearsed script, but in my heart I was lost The cat was fed, so I drove to the Holy Cross I watched you drooling in your hospital gown And I thought all you’ll ever be is all you are now Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone When you were mad you’d change so completely Slam your fist and shout and throw your keys at me Now you think there’s something wrong with me? Pump the brakes, you’ve got another thing coming You’d called my sister last night, and you said it was too much to take But before you now I was a man, so you thought you had to fake You laughed and you bragged and you said, “I have a very high tolerance for pain” But I was suspicious of Dilaudid in your veins Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn I thought of my anger and the love I’d forgot and I know I deserve to die alone
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Color Me Sunday 03:02
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Last night I had a dream that I was in your arms and things were okay I’d finally found the strength to fly those 4,000 miles one-way You flashed your half-moon smile when I stepped off the plane And in your hands and in your eyes you held a sign to realize you’d color me Sunday The dream didn’t last and we didn’t last, I am sorry to say I opened up my eyes and it was just another failed attempt to keep the angry voices at bay The good times always fade and clear skies turn to grey Dark times lurking just around the corner, so color me Sunday Time is here to stay Nothing I can do I’ll stay here forever Yes I’ll stay here forever I’ll watch the moment come and go like it always does I’ll stay here forever Yes I’ll stay here forever I’ll watch the moment come and go like it always does I’ll stay here forever Yes I’ll stay here forever I’ll watch the moment come and go There’s nothing I can do to mend my heart anew and free myself of this weight Everywhere I go, from the tavern to the cornerstone, I see your face I want to feel the color, but what a price to pay Now I’ve given up on tomorrow, so color me Sunday Time is here to stay  
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No Memory 02:39
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I have never been so far away from home The path forward has never been less clear My mind is a winding sequence of computer code The end is far away yet it’s slowly drawing near I want to remember the people that I love With some prominent display The friends who pushed me forward when I thought I’d had enough The only ones I know who still call me by my given name I have no memory No memory of you I’ll say a little prayer for the times I know we shared It’s all that I can do I want to hear your voice inside the piano room Pull that moment out of my heart, still beating in my chest But though the feeling is strong I can’t remember why or when or who The traces of the memory fade into all the rest Purple, snow-capped mountains Our spirits silhouetted by a dying star The tangibles are trapped behind this wall of sound My battery is low and it’s getting dark I have no memory No memory of you I’ll say a little prayer for the times I know we shared It’s all that I can do The light is fading and I am, too What will be left of me when there’s nothing left of you?
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Traces 04:38
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The money’s pretty good, I can’t complain I stay inside most everyday I write letters so no one will see my face The nurses come by but they don’t meet my gaze No-one ever does Have a rare burst of clarity so I walk to the park Most days I don’t show my husk until long after dark A mother’s child approaches me while I’m sitting at the bench He points at my skin and he asks the only question No-one ever does Let the wolves come tumbling out the back of the van Sniffing out their traces on the desert plains Paper fortress rises maybe, somewhere in Kansas Where the air is dust and the city streets have no name Mom says, “son, why’d you have to go and turn out this way?” She hides her tears but blames herself for everything There was never any reason to worry I was gonna be lonely anyway Cold metal barrel on my tongue I hum a simple tune In my heart I know these old and awful songs will guide me through I lay down on my belly sprawled against the cork board floor Past the point of no return I listen to the rising squall beyond the door

about

Here are
six songs written over
six weeks about
six different people with
six different names.

I took part in the Nur Ein songwriting competition earlier this year, from April-June. As part of the competition, I was challenged to write one song every week for six weeks. Each week there was a unique challenge that the song had to adhere to, and as part of the rules I only had 7 days to write and record each song.

The competition was fierce, and in my attempts to stay relevant and above water I bought a proper microphone, learned how to use audacity, and recorded my first multi-track song - "Color Me Sunday."

I was eliminated during the 5th week for my entry of "No Memory". I submitted a shadow entry during week 6 for the song "Where The Streets Have No Name", later renamed to "Traces." There was a week 7 and 8, but I was away from my guitar for that time and did not submit.

Challenge 1: Use of spelling in a song
Challenge 2: Use of sound dynamics
Challenge 3: Write a diss track
Challenge 4: Sample another artist*
Challenge 5: Use computer sounds and chiptune
Challenge 6: Tell a story backwards

*I originally sampled "Easy" by the Commodores on "Color Me Sunday." Re-recorded it for the album take.

credits

released August 3, 2019

Thanks to Niveous for motivating me to compete! Whether he knows that he did or not. Thanks to Niveous and Brookes for their support, and for being my first fans in NYC. Thanks to Jon, Rachel, and Anthony for their support and for listening to my songs each week before I submitted to the competition.

Thanks to Vero for her amazing artwork as always.

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A lo-fi, indie-folk, acoustic-thrash, one-man band.

Reach me at: thesundaycolors@gmail.com

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