all music by almost fandango all lyrics by zachary pool except redflint dismay by elliott shelton
	where are you my blood brothers? i've already searched your homes. i'm not alone i know. you're the only kin i know that see what it is to be alive. you've cleansed my mind, shared my thoughts, spoke out of context, and we talk out of line. like dancing dead leaves we fall to the ground and like seeds of hope we rise to the sky. there you are blood brothers. in my heart all along. i'm not alone, i knew. so can't we share the life we strived to gain? you're the best family i know. you know that those hope seeds grow. we never sank or had to swim. like a broken in comfort the stains of a stained glass window that hold for the others as the colors change. there are no words blood brothers that could realize this crusade and clear the dust from the pages to write the message 'you won't die in my heart.' like dancing dead leaves we fall to the ground...
come through the cold with me, omnipresent dreams will follow. redeem ourselves tonight, everyone has lied to a friend. you're not the only one. it's not my only dream to see superficial feelings drained from me. don't leave the fight. under your secrets are your tears. mutter confessions into the night. below it all you can always wash away your fears. forget your imperfections. accept your own rejection. crawl form darkness into the light. erase your mirthless delight. be forgotten that sorrow awry from the insincere. repent your sins, new found friends give away all that's bound. sitting at the table washing our face, eating our shame on china plates. the legs are broken, shatter the plates.
green beads and yellow swords lie in the fault. flawless accidents into arctic cloth. visions of a sad morning's decay. to my dismay a graveyard answers me. answers the finish of clay, bells ring to your arc of stone. infidelities rise like the ocean floor. and the clocks go backwards to see their faults. dismay rings again. show the wrapped stones their faults. dismay cries again. the beads and blades impale the brick hard air. dismay is no more, now fall into red water. walk on the air while inside and breathe into the combustion of redflint and reside.
watch the feathers and touch the sky. hold your ground and never ask why. we know the end is drawing near so why in the hell are we standing here? swan sing your song, this day seems forever long. this is the end for sure, swan sing your song. these feathers fall down...
on light switch to the quaking, could i find one corner to grasp? i never earhted the concept making terra firma impossible to clasp. dry rotten fingers and blank frigid visions: can i stand still atop terra firma? regreting untaken chances, given last judgement at first glances. fallen through the cracks romances. i will quake where i stand so tall and relinquish the dreams i had. even the birds can feel this uproar which unhinges stones upon which i stand. defected.callased.dead lasted to the core.quaking.shaking.sinking in the sand. dry rotten fingers and blanks frigid visions to fall and break on this terra firma. look what mess you've made. my heart hatchet casket lies open for me. look what a mess you've made. a loud speaker teacher shouts what's left to be. look what a mess you've made, you've made such a mess of things.
shouting out the stains that blanketed a wound of backward accusation. the river that binds us to the veins of which it flows is holding freely to corroded hands (that wield what malcontent) seeing weakly these abstract eyes ( the cinders shooting down) and speaking weakly through dented words (but creating not a sound.) my red words console the constolation birds. flying in front of the moon to touch down on wicked words. starbird verses will sing a starbird affair. clear across the rocks of yesterday's frustration, i wear the sleeves of this jacket, inwrought with circumstance. oh, how so irregular, falling freely with closed eyes, but not knowing where to land. the ringing of the bells and the sweet fuscia ring to the dawn of the dawn(it sucks in this dew to sing so the voice can stay so soft and so pompously sweet.)