Numb

by Christopher Wilson

Released 2018
Cattle Call Records
Released 2018
Cattle Call Records
"Numb" is written about the emotional isolation of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which can afflict any human being who has experienced injury or severe psychological shock.
  • 03:50 Lyrics
    Numb

    Numb

     

    how do you halt the linkage

    staggered transmission

    black and blank and blue

    a stranger

    reckless

    you I brought way out here

    a storm taking form

    begotten...not made

     

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

     

    the dragon and the drama

    I’m dragged into the core

    accompany the problem

    why invent some more

    feckless

    you I brought way out here

    a storm taking form

    forgotten...that day

     

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

    oh I feel like someone...I feel so tall

    oh I feel nothing...I feel nothing at all

     

    I was laughing...I was crying

    I was only trying to tell

    of the need...of the greed

    of the infinite hell

    I was laughing...I was crying

    I was only trying to quell

    all my need...all my greed

    the ringing of the bells

     

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

    oh I feel something...I feel nothing at all

    oh I feel like no one...I feel so small

    oh I feel nothing...I feel nothing at all

     

    I feel nothing

    I feel nothing

    I feel nothing at all

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2018 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

NOTES
Christopher Wilson's new rock single "Numb" was awarded finalist placement in the Rock category of the 2012 Song of the Year songwriting competition. Wilson decided to release the rock single in advance of his upcoming third indie album after meeting Portland-based actor/filmmaker Ian Stout at a mutual friend's Seattle film premier in fall of 2016. This meeting of the minds resulted in a music video production of the song, which follows Wilson's storyline detailing the emotional …
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Read On

by Christopher Wilson

Released 2006
Cattle Call Records
Released 2006
Cattle Call Records
A multifaceted indie pop/rock excursion from start to finish laced with ethereal vocals, ambient acoustics and '80s-influenced alternative rock. Also serves as the soundtrack to the Jeff Faulkinbury film "Read On."
  • 04:07 Lyrics
    Out There Eddy

    Out There Eddy

     

    we come from a city by a river

    the east side of nothing sure

    we're off...we're on

    off to anywhere

    that's our home

     

    somewhere out there Eddy

    it's for you and it's for me

    that's quite a whole lot to leave

     

    I ran back to the Bayou city

    you climbed back to your mountain top

    escaping the slow signs of sinking

    the very notion sent us leaping

    onto that road

     

    these lines are long

    these lines are drawn

    oh how the distance shows

    these lines are long

    these lines are drawn

    oh how the distance grows

    exile is our home

    and mother's on the phone

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

  • 04:13 Lyrics
    The Loop

    The Loop

     

    like Friday night when the week is out

    feisty and fidgety without a doubt

    it's my perspective...a place to be

    Zoloft and Jesus...I feel so free

     

    stressed out wound up ready to row

    I get on that loop and I go with the flow

     

    not missing much in them clubs on the town

    the dullness shining with little cliques and clowns

    fantastic fashion...plastic people passion

    and I was free...I was just being me

     

    yeah that's why I do it...I just can't get enough

    I'm looping it past the big boots

    too tough...another smoke

    crank the radio

    lay down that lead...I just roll

     

    now lately baby you've been feelin' so bland

    I know you'll like it...you'll understand

    blow off the phonies...you never did fit with them

    meet me by the boots...'bout quarter to ten

     

    we'll stretch shout let it out all night long

    doin' that loop 'til the break of dawn

     

    chit 'n chat about this and that you and me

    right in touch with reality

    there's the phallic chief without his men

    time flies...we've just gone 'round again

     

    yeah that's why I do it...I just can't get enough

    I'm looping it past a paved plateau

    where the big birds land and take off again

    lay down the lead...I just roll

     

    that's why I do it...I just can't get enough

    I'm looping it past a big brick of gold

    but the glow is gone...hey it's almost dawn

    lay down that lead...I just roll

     

    that's why I do it...I just can't get enough

    I'm looping it past the big boots 

    too tough...another smoke

    crank the radio

    lay down that lead...I just roll

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

  • 05:14 Lyrics
    Read On

    Read On

     

    go on now and tell me the deal

    you should spill it all

    let something heal

    she said "that's my status...suits me just fine

    I'm talkin' about healing...taking my time"

    read on

     

    what do you do while you're waiting

    the major draft of a minor feeling

    he said "that's my status...suits me just fine

    I'm talkin' about reeling...taking my time"

    read on

     

    well you're tossed into and right out of those places

    what you really have is no point of view

    because a prowess for plenty equals abuses

    never mending never ending excuses

    you're the reason for it all

     

    wonderland I'm wandering about this feeling

    it's not your place to try erase the healing

    I said

    way up there the same deceivers

    find your place

    the high and low achievers

    oh read me read me read me...read me

    read me read me read me read me...read me

    read on

     

    so well you're tossed into

    and right out of those places

    what you really have is no point of view

    because a prowess for plenty equals abuses

    never mending never ending excuses

    you're the reason for it all

    read on read on read on read on

    for it all...read on read on read on read on

    for it all...read on read on read on read on

    for it all

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

  • 04:10 Lyrics
    If Only

    If Only

     

    only is the word

    the only word to say

    set apart something critical

     

    only is the word

    aside all extremes

    come to me unconditional

     

    and only in this world

    a sigh for all routine

    the conditioned become cynical

     

    if only only only

    if only only only

    if only I knew

    if only I do

    only is the word to say

     

    only is the word

    aside all extremes

    love is unconditional

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

     

  • 03:27 Lyrics
    Diane Drove

    Diane Drove

     

    I'm watching out

    you're gonna get through to me

    a shrinking shot

    straight through the middle of three

    I'm holding out 

    so I don't have to see

    they paint these lines

    you greet the street...yeah

     

    our vices out

    right to the parlor please

    the splattered pack of spooks 'n freaks

    trashing out as your folly feeds

    on oversight...on tricks 'n treats

     

    you've got a half-crocked tank on empty

    but the fact still remains

    in the muck of such luck 

    dodging grass and the massive groves

    Diane drove

    Diane drove

     

    cash-strapped

    tell me something new

    a passive flap for the lack of muse

    well I hesitate

    when I can't compensate

    and life is sure

    surely watch that gauge

     

    spectacular in your saga dear

    extraordinare for another beer

    well I'm holding out

    I just don't want to see

    the painted lines

    hope we never meet

     

    with a cash-strapped tank on empty

    the fact still remains

    in the muck of such luck

    dodging grass and the massive groves

    Diane drove

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved) 

     

  • 04:02 Lyrics
    Pulling the Wool

    Pulling The Wool

     

    pulling the wool on the fragile

    the meek go down a drain

    poured into promises

    stomped onto those premises

     

    wander into the night light

    close down the windows and shades

    all that debating exceeds relation

    to any sort of confirmation

    enclosure

     

    crammed into this state of surrender

    do I do I do I do I realize

    that one way to do this much better

    the only thing

    somebody was

     

    pulling the wool on the fragile

    pulling so tight on those reins

    making me a statue of status

    raking me my heavy habit

     

    wander into the white light

    come crashing through these panes

    and give to me the charm of life now

    I'll take from you what will suffice now

    composure

     

    pulling the wool

    pulling the wool on the fragile

    somebody was

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

     

  • 04:18 Lyrics
    Opening the Lotus

    Opening The Lotus

     

    woke up clenching the covers

    it's one more thing

    then another

     

    like a beginning to an end

    you broke into this life

    became my best friend

    something more came uncovered

    light of day I cannot smother

    this whirling wing of fire

    keeping me alive

    alive

     

    sum of us

    sun upon us

    the open sky

    like opening the lotus

    we come alive

    sum of us

    sun upon us

    our open eyes

    like opening the lotus

     

    this is a reunion

    I do believe

    of a union

    that was meant to be

    nothing more to uncover

    light of day shed my covers

    this whirling wing of fire

    keeping me alive

    alive...alive...alive

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

  • 03:07 Lyrics
    Without Me

    Without Me

     

    and I saw you out on the town

    I grabbed you

    slowed you right down

    whispered baby

    what are you doin' without me

     

    you're wonderful

    the perfect form

    I'm so acid

    I'm so wantin' some more

    it's a tragedy

    it's my curse

    it's a sin

     

    what are you doin'

    what are you doin'

    without me

     

    and I love you in almost every way

    but I can't see you 'cause you never stay

    I think maybe...someday

    what are you doin' without me

     

    what are you doin'

    what are you doin'

    without me

    what are you doin'

    what are you doin'

    without me

    without me

     

    where shall I drive

    where should I be

    what good is that

    down on my knees

    we're so connected yet so far apart

    I loathe rejection and your aching heart 

    without me

    without me

     

    it's not happening

    and it's bringing me down

    I can't see you 'cause you're never around

    I think someday...maybe

    what are you doin' without me

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson and Carl O. Sandin; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP and Carl Sandin. All rights reserved)

     

  • 05:23 Lyrics
    Facelift

    Facelift

     

    one corridor

    leading towards that plain

    that runs the middle

    that hides the shame

    the stale of the stare

    bringing on the bare

    barely consoled

     

    the express of tone

    marking the beat of mind

    wonder of how many feel the beat

    the beat left behind

    the ones so tepid

    so false

    one true foregoes

     

    that's much too little

    a little too much 

    much too little to say

    the scatter here for shatter there

    a little too much to pay

    one face you see

    one face you make

    one face really

    are you really there

    that face you see

    that face you make 

    is it really...really fair

     

    closer to a fright than a thrill

    not much difference but the distance held

    holding a character

    that is what you call me

    keeps them lugging

    keeps them tugging

    today...hooray

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

     

  • 03:36 Lyrics
    No Such Thing

    No Such Thing

     

    you take one step right to the center

    you take a step right to the line

    and there you find invisible borders

    permeates the premise

    that's fine

     

    you get right through into the culture

    into the culture you find

    they take and starve

    recedes all need

    so you give and feed 

    that's kind

     

    won't you be firm but be gentle

    won't you condense the two

    where is that neutral nature

    where is that part of you

     

    no such thing

    inbetween

    no such thing

     

    so take one step back to the center

    back to the center you find

    a lonely plate

    eat to the order of the mess 

    that they made of your mind

    so now you say it's not so easy

    breaking down those borders that bind

    when you come out

    smack in the middle

    smack in the middle you sigh

     

    it's either fortune or misfortune

    there is no middle name

    where is that neutral nature

    to bind what's not the same

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

     

     

     

  • 04:54 Lyrics
    Circle of Palms

    Circle Of Palms

     

    Kealoha's walkin' in a circle of palms

    inside his yoke to carry

    it's just Kealoha in that adventure sphere

    with a destiny to hurry

    he says

    "I'm floodin' this block...I've got to unlock

    I'm a square situated in a circle of talk

    but you know...no I'm not late...no never soon

    open up that door...air out the room"

     

    who's got the nerve to make the check

    who really plays with a...

    who's got the nerve to make the check

    who really plays with a full deck

     

    for one to think about it

    there's two to forget

    and the many more without it

    may we regret

    and this circle was drawn

    enclosing us within

    in a circle of palms

    where the circle...begins

     

    Kealoha's walkin'...the plank descends

    roll over the fires where the fringes depend

    on misfit sublime who lost too much time

    in the rat race haven

     

    oh well...that's misery...my company

    confusing the question

    who is my friend

    all in a time...the matters of time

    fly a fake or ride a pony

    right to the end

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved)

  • 04:46 Lyrics
    Smoke and Mirrors

    Smoke and Mirrors

     

    and there you were

    all those hair hoppers

    name droppers

    you're so real

    you're so real

     

    as Sybil wields a weapon

    this becomes your lesson

    you're so real

    you're so real

     

    your eyes...they glisten

    from smoke...submission

    a mirror on a wall

    might give you the gall

    to say it once again

    you've lived through it all

     

    be sure to take a picture

    you know the camera doesn't lie

    you're so real

    you're so real

     

    these walls have their ears

    and these ears have their walls

    you're so real

    you're so real

     

    your eyes...they glisten

    from smoke...submission

    a mirror on a wall

    might give you the gall

    say it all again

    you've lived

    you've lived

    you've lived through it all

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved) 

NOTES
Hailed by Indie-Music.com as "a troubadour from olden times who's just visiting this era," indie folk rocker Christopher Wilson has garnered many positive reviews for his dynamic brand of folk, acoustic rock, and alternative pop-rock songs: "Triumphantly upbeat pop poetry reminiscent of R.E.M.” -Outvoice.net; "Impressive peaceful tunes, an enjoyable sensation." -Skylight Webzine; "Thought-provoking lyrics reinforced by strong, emotional vocals." -Outsmart magazine

Wilson self-released his debut album East Mall Daze in 2001.  A …
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East Mall Daze

by Christopher Wilson

Released 2001
Cattle Call Records
Released 2001
Cattle Call Records
Strong, emotional vocals exude thought-provoking lyrics in this kaleidoscopic guitar-driven pop/rock narration of love, possession, loss, grief, self-acceptance, resilience and joy.
  • 04:42 Lyrics
    83

    83

     

    we hiked the falls

    consumed in awe

    August of '83

    the hemlocks high

    laurels lie beneath their canopy

     

    what is the meaning of numbers

    Tuesdays are your worst

    I dreamed of you in white woven linen

    and wide open beautiful spaces

    the kind for which there's no replacing

    sprawling falls on split rocks that quiver

    our vested love

     

    countless days...the twelfth of May...and all we knew

    turning tires...turnstiles...no path to choose

    the ones that he called babies

    the littlest of them all

    one who'd keep the blackest sheep

    save the harm

     

    we hiked the falls

    exhumed with awe

    August of '93

    an eddy of patchouli hovers next to me

    in wide open beautiful spaces

    and you I know there's no replacing

    nestled in the ivy so weathered

    the angels...my vanquished love

     

    count the days...the twelfth of May...and all we knew

    turnstiles...turning backs...those leaden shoes

    the ones that he called babies

    the biggest of them all

    in meadows deep the blackest sheep...long to belong

     

    83...83...I flock to you

    the sunny side of a leaden sky

    it shines right through

    the one that he called baby

    the littlest of them all

    one must keep the blackest sheep

    save the harm

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 05:12 Lyrics
    Calling Kerry

    Calling Kerry

     

    in the beginning again whether with or without 

    the closeness and the shortness of your aim

    where what is within was there to begin

    with clouds and clutter...stumbling

     

    the dream deferral...it's all in my mind

    what seems eternal and so hard to find

    the leaves and ashes and scars and scares

    put on your face to wear

     

    when we started out for the sun in all that rain

    with all kinds of danger and all kinds of dare

    for every ounce of glory and glitter

    some luggage to carry...much less bitter

     

    I'm beginning again and I'm with and without

    a material mirage which has no name

    for the freedom of radical imitation

    never did or will embrace our situation

     

    and all this talk about leaving and staying

    and just that thought...I'm not stuck...I'm staying

    you listen or not...there's a giant void

    smashed out windows and closing doors

    they are calling...calling Kerry

    they are calling...calling Kerry

    they are calling...calling Kerry

    they are calling

    hear me...I'm calling...calling Kerry

    yes I'm calling

    hear me...I'm calling...calling Kerry

      

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 03:34 Lyrics
    How Why & When

    How Why & When

     

    started out for tomorrow

    limp in the lap of today

    could have settled for this 

    but you'd much rather go that way

    somethings seem like nothing when you can't tame

    a world of wax amenities...they sink away

     

    into your how why & when

    into your how why & when

     

    stayed outside tonight 

    stay outside today

    they told me what you sold me 

    a bundle of bricks and clay

    just don't try to mold me 

    when you'd much rather give it away

    no...don't you try to hold it let it slip and say

    the table's set for me

     

    in your how why & when

    in your how why & when

    in your how & when

    in your how why & when

     

    well maybe...the first mistake

    self denial can't erase

    or maybe...what seconds steal

    was dragged onto a landscape

    to resurrect what little you feel

    with nothing there to confiscate

    so why ask why

    when how you feel...is you cannot deal

    with the traces

    the faces of love

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

  • 04:35 Lyrics
    The Last Party

    The Last Party

     

    an instant reminder

    separate the finer

    conjure up a history

    that is only time

    prior to the podium

    one of a way

    nothing but the truth

    we'll do just fine

     

    the bluebirds alighted upon the tinsel tree

    your mailbox was empty

    you painted it gold leaf

    silver bows deflected

    what made the nighttime shine

    your apparition

    for the very last time

     

    it was the last party

    it would be the very last time

    I saw you so happy

    I saw you fly

     

    an instant reminder

    separate the finer

    summarize a history

    that was your time

    an exhibition of your painted past

    reticence doesn't...doesn't always last

    reticence doesn't...doesn't always last

     

    it was the last party

    (once...you live like this)

    it would be the very last time

    (once...you loved)

    I saw you so happy

    (once...you lived like this)

    I saw you fly

    (once...you love)

      

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

     

     

  • 03:49 Lyrics
    Family Function

    Family Function

     

    my son came out today

    whipped me right into shape

    what some depict dysfunctional

    buckets full of shade

     

    but I know that's not true

    I ride the same bus too

    what I perceive as natural as sky

    the sun and moon

     

    I dream all us as one

    like rainbows from the sun

    I can't let hate bestow my fate

    my sausage curls undone

     

    for the family function

    the family function

    it's a family function

     

    how boring just one mold

    so squares and circles fold

    triangles are nothing new

    let them fuss and feud

     

    this bus was built to ride

    and will till the end of time

    so why disgrace what you can't erase

    the colors pink and gray and lime

     

    it's a...it's a...it's a...it's a family function

     

    a family function

    we're a family function

    make the family function

     

    it's a family function

    we're a family function

    so make the family function

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 04:53 Lyrics
    Always

    Always

     

    it was almost ten now

    what is almost

    just one minute more

    when the minutes pass

    pass me right over

    into a threshold...I implore

     

    in the immediate of this morning

    back talk of bitter bits to swallow

    see the cracks in the perfect

    I see cracks in the pavement I found

    and they're dragging those young dreams down

     

    so sooner or later doesn't apply at all

    in the giving and taking knowing no timing at all

     

    always the wonder and the why keeping us here

    always and somedays

    when the bluest sky is not that clear

     

    sitting inside of ten now

    packed it up in a hurry

    wallowing a way to where

    I just don't know

    'cause we pressed on the same step

    tracks and trails in a scurry

    everywhere going nowhere

    and nothing to show

     

    but the immediate

    and the middle of morning

    I melt to the touch of a broken crutch

    and I deal with the blow

    for when nothing is certain

    when nothing is sure

    what matters so much is where your heart is 

    you touch this...it's your only home

     

    so sooner or later doesn't apply at all

    in the giving and taking

    the time you're forsaking

     

    always the wonder and the why keeping us here

    always and somedays

    when the bluest sky is not that clear

      

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 04:24 Lyrics
    Easel

    Easel

     

    absorbingly temporary

    captured in some prose

    the tarnished tongue of one so young

    who never will be old

    tenure of the forged

    facsimile for taste

    reflecting all this friction

    subsequent addiction

     

    you're not looking...through the glass

    you just stare...at the glass

    forgot how to breathe again

     

    you were nowhere around

    the striking out events

    that set me off my feet

    put me on the streets again

    so march the massing numbers

    the memory will reign

    once a mere memorial

    the multitude of names

     

    you're not looking...through the glass

    you just stare...at the glass

    forgot how to breathe again

     

    you're not looking...through the glass

    you just stare...at the glass

    forgot how to breathe again

     

    you're not looking...you just stare

    I'll never never lose your name

     

    you're not looking...through the glass

    you're just staring...at the glass

    my memory will always reign

     

    no...I'll never stop looking

    no...I'll never stop staring

    no...I'll never ever never lose that pain

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

  • 00:45 Lyrics
    East Mall Daze

    Instrumental only. (Music by Christopher Wilson, copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

  • 04:01 Lyrics
    Arnold Avenue

    Arnold Avenue

     

    sleepless

    the hollow pillow

    burning dusk into dawn

    the existential plot of craving

    soaking in the sun

    here I met Wendy

    seemingly unsatisfied

    the daze of Detroit far past her

    dredged within those eyes

     

    wading the warmest waters

    table tops and tides

    lurking with such buoyancy

    in spite of all you find

     

    the color of coral drowned her

    parting fingers...friends and foe

    a dusty humid smile

    resilient in its tow

    facade of concerted discerning

    I ponder why you stay

    on this highway number zero

    wicked are its ways

     

    the seawall meets these sandals

    like strangers greet your sighs

    distorting every signal

    you keep this all in stride

    lagoon of mirrors haunting

    speaking showers of the sky

    pools of lifeless longing

    those things that swept you by

     

    wading the warmest waters

    over table tops and tides

    lurking with such poignancy

    despite the failed design

     

    you're the crescent of these corners

    peaking below and behind

    situated...the center of bargain

    a bargain so unkind

    'til the crashing down on coral

    we dusted a million times

    the end of Arnold Avenue

    didn't you seek and never find

    and never find

    and never find

    and never find

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

     

  • 03:50 Lyrics
    Pardon

    Pardon

     

    pumping up for the playground

    it all seems true

    illusionary

    missionary

    which one are you

     

    was it so that I concluded

    secluded

    so it was that I've never really known

    the meaning or the making of this forever

    this time out could have never really grown

     

    pumping up for the playground

    that world is new

    one for the tolls and the times too many

    and this tears at you

     

    was it so that I excluded

    and viewed it

    so it was just a piece in a pile

    try define whole

    for some balance

    the ever constant losing control

    my heart is hardened

    there is no pardon scarring that soul

     

    and those things we'd like to be

    they are the things we cannot seem

    but I still would like to sow

    evermore in a garden

    but you won't give that pardon

    needed in that soul

     

    and those things we'd like to be

    they are the things we cannot seem

    but I still would like to sow

    evermore in a garden

    but you won't give that pardon

    seeded in that soul

     

    evermore in a garden

    but you won't give that pardon

    feel it in that soul

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 04:09 Lyrics
    Wildflower

    Wildflower

     

    comfort of creation

    lying on the lap of God

    strewn out like a carpet

    contented in the raw

    abiding by persistence

    perfection in a pan

    uprooting after planting

    absent the tools in hand

     

    the latest bloomer 

    in such an early disguise

    and when no sooner

    tears fall from on high

     

    wayward west I found you

    I sensed your presence here

    combing cliffs in the finest drome

    I've chased you all these years

    in the chasm of your footprints

    grave as a mourning dove

    charading my existence

    undermining love

     

    the subtle cessation

    every thought to the brave

    buried beneath what you are 

    and what you pledge to change

    the latest bloomer

    in such an early disguise

    nothing comes much sooner 

    as the tears pour from your eyes

     

    you're a wildflower

    the wild

    you're a wildflower

    the wild

      

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

  • 06:08 Lyrics
    Pagoda

    Pagoda

     

    up the hill from Portugal

    not the country

    the street

    propped amongst these pathways

    a lone magnolia leans

    arms wide open

    littering the ground

    the petals

    once blossoms

    assemble in a mound

     

    so long in your abandon

    so long your roots must reach

    the plea for restoration

    commencing at your feet

    it wasn't wasted motion

    you are strikingly alive

    there is no misplacement

    transcend the times

     

    light upon a beacon

    you were always reaching 

    the nighttime

    the lifetimes

    they waltzed on by

    to the pulse of pagoda

    the beat of pagoda

    the feeling

    I know you

    and I feel alright

     

    the places you go back to

    the swelling of a creek

    you could dive right into

    what never seemed that deep

    it wasn't wasted motion

    it wasn't wasted time

    just like this pagoda

    I see you all the time

     

    a lone magnolia

    like the one in your backyard

     

     

    (Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)

     

NOTES
Hailed by Indie-Music.com as "a troubadour from olden times who's just visiting this era," indie folk rocker Christopher Wilson has garnered many positive reviews for his dynamic brand of folk, acoustic rock, and alternative pop-rock songs: "Triumphantly upbeat pop poetry reminiscent of R.E.M.” -Outvoice.net; "Impressive peaceful tunes, an enjoyable sensation." -Skylight Webzine; "Thought-provoking lyrics reinforced by strong, emotional vocals." -Outsmart magazine

Wilson self-released his debut album East Mall Daze in 2001. A …
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