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 video of the single "How Why & When" went into regular rotation on the Austin Music Network. In spring 2007, "How Why & When" was featured on the boarding music playlist of the entire Delta Air Lines fleet, and eventually was awarded Semi Finalist placement in the 2011 Song Of The Year songwriting competition. Wilson's second album--Read On--was self-released in 2006. Read On charted in the CMJ Top 30 at six college radio stations in the USA, while receiving airplay at over 300 college and public radio stations throughout the USA, Canada, Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, Italy, Greece, Belarus, Macedonia, and The Netherlands. The ballad, "If Only" was included on the compilation CD for the fifteenth annual Millennium Music Conference.

Wilson's new album--Insular--will be released in 2018, featuring the rock single "Numb", which was awarded Finalist placement in the 2012 Song Of The Year songwriting competition.