CONTRANOVA

O my lover still my heart.
I was walking through the park.
I heard a song I heard your voice.

I followed the sound to the cottonwood trees,
where it played endlessly from a
silver radio inlaid with bone.

I knew I knew that you were there,
floating like a thread in air,
the song the voice the ghost inside,
the Silver Radio’s song.

O my lover I ran home.
I found the thief that stole the life,
behind your eyes, in your bones.

My hands tremble as I write
this letter for you tonight.
I leave you here as I retrieve your life.

I know I know that you are there,
floating like a thread in air,
the song the voice the ghost inside,
the Silver Radio’s song.

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Fender Rhodes-Laura Phelan,
Drums-Isaac Winburne,
Trombone-Wayne Myers

Packed up all your trunks, set your aging sails, you’re headed south.
Blaring trumpets, swirling lights, angel’s wings come out your mouth.
There are always other shores.
That’s what catching wind is for.

A voice like a trumpet,
sings a hollow tune behind me, now.

Stole a secret, hid your hands, set off to war.
A coiled rope, a silver knife, Sampson’s hair are on the floor.
You shore his sleeping head,
weakened strength you counted on.

silver tongue, silver knife blade.
silver voices flies like daggers, now.

You’re a thousand feet walking ‘round, world’s first marching band,
a semi-steady thunderclap won’t return, ‘til Jericho is in your hand.
After its walls are laid to waste,
you’ll find Jericho’s front door.

So your leaving, oh you don’t say,
in the middle of battle, now.

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Drums-Isaac Winburne,
Trumpet-Derek Phelps,
Trombone-Wayne Myers
Bass Clarinet Danny Kamins
Contra-bassoon Ben Atherholt

Some day we will find
our way this through this web of space and time
parting oceans black with night
revealing a path of light and stone.

Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia

Some day we will find
a place to rest our weary heads
strength to lift our faces
worn and heavy from our hands.

Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia

Some day we will find
the eternal golden thread
woven with God’s own hands
through forever and amen.

Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia
Alleluia

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Fender Rhodes-Laura Phelan
Drums-Jonathan Latta,
Trumpet-Derek Phelps,
Trombone-Wayne Myers,
Vibraphone, Glockenspiel, Marimba-Mark Griffith

Spend a day with Charles Wallace and his sister too.
I wish I could be that telepathic with you.
Tonight, tonight, tonight I’ll keep on the light.
In this light my arms hold my resting head.

Telegraphs sent at the same time,
cross each other on the same line.

Like a voice from the middle of a mass of wings and eyes,
I wish I could sing like rain, a chorus, God’s sigh.
Tonight, tonight, tonight on our skin,
in our hands, our arms words we carry on and on.

Telegraphs sent at the same time,
cross each other on the same line.

Shed each skin with open doors and lost time.
I wish I could be in other voices, new songs.

Telegraphs sent at the same time,
cross each other on the same line.

Guitar, Fender Rhodes, Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Vocals-Rian Craypo
Harp-Earecka Tregenza
Drums (toms)-Jonathan Latta
Drums-Ron Salvo

All the colors won’t bring me down
not this time.
Tonight the lights are on my side
Every one.

Time’s a lover that will leave you
for someone else to shake from sand.

Tonight I’ll open my chest
and pull out the night.
Dance under its stars
With my love on my arm.

Time’s a lover that will leave you
for someone else to shake from sand.

Tonight the lights are on my side
oh every one.
Tonight the lights are on my side
oh every one.

Time’s a lover that will leave you
for someone else to shake from sand.

Guitar, Vocals, Drums-Sean Craypo,
Fender Rhodes-Laura Phelan,
Electric Guitars-Jason Buck
Bass, Vocals-Matt Pucket

I imagine the sound, of hooves that shatter
the morning calm, the morning hour.
preceding the blur and the mane
outside my kitchen window.

My hands are one hundred years old.

I imagine the sun, as it’s reflected
there’s enough light to read a book on the ground.
All through the fields are night shadows,
black against gray against silver.

My hands are one hundred years old.
They were seventy-five the day I was born.

I imagine your voice swimming between,
your face and mine as I sleep on the bed.
Your breath and whisper mixed with night sounds
quietly proclaims “I think it’s time”.

My hands are one
My hands are one hundred years old.
They were seventy-five the day I was born.
My hands are one

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Drums-Isaac Winburne
Bass-Mario Gonzalez
Bassoon-Rian Craypo
Bass Clarinet-Danny Kamins
Marimba, Vibraphone-Mark Griffith

Yes your heart will bleed,
When you lay it next to mine.
Uncover your chest
Honey you’re gonna be fine.

Beware
The attack of the
50 ft angry girl

Yes our love might bring
you down to your knees
just when you were thinking
you’d be swept off your feet.

Beware
Beare the reflections from
the slicked and shinned cool guy hair.

Yes I know our lives are Janus faced
but I yours I’m yours
from all its door ways.

Beware
Beware the knowing stare
from the faux nerd kids with their X-ray glasses

Acoustic and Electric Guitar, Vocals, Midi-Sean Craypo
Drums-Ron Salvo
Bass Clarinet-Thomas Legrand
Additional Electric Guitar at the end-Jason Buck

With a super hero cape
you wanted a great escape,
I just wanted a friend like you

Smoke in my pocket,
I’m not here.
Smoke in your hands
are you?

The sunset took your shadow
took the money and the race,
you just wanted to leave with out a trace

Smoke in my pocket,
I’m not here.
Smoke in your hands
are you?

Smoke in my pocket,
I’m not here.
Smoke in your hands
are you?

Guitars, Vocals, Fender Rhodes-Sean Craypo
Bass-Mario Gonzalez
Drums-Isaac Winburne

Lead me like you do
warm hands down my back
I’ve got you
till my body breaks.

Now that I’m speaking in tongues
and the holy ghost is back inside my chest
I will lay these burning lips
to you breast.

Lead me like you do
warm hands down my arm
I’ve got you
till my body wakes.

Now that I’m speaking in tongues
and the holy ghost is back inside my chest
I will lay these burning lips
to you breast.

Guitars, Vocals-Sean Craypo
Piano-Graham Reynolds

If you’ll slide another
 thorn inside my heart,
I will let your beauty
change my mind.

I will wait my bones dry,
if you’ll lie with me
lift my hands to your face
your closed eyes.

I’d crown with a summers day
if you’d only come outside
leave behind your paschal nights
your love your blood your time

Dream you dressed in white
with ribbon in your hair
dream your lips into a ship
I can sail away on.

I’d crown with a summers day
if you’d only come outside
leave behind your paschal nights
your love your blood your time

New time is always behind you
behind you behind you behind you
New time is always behind you
behind you behind you

I’d crown you with a summers day
only come outside
leave behind your paschal nights
your love your blood your time

your love your blood your time
is always behind you
behind you behind you

New time is always behind you
behind you behind you

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Drums-Isaac Winburne
Trumpet-Derek Phelps,
Trombone-Wayne Myers,
Bass Clarinet-Thomas Legrand

Oh what did you find
hidden in your winter’s mind
a collapsing winter’s heart?

Oh what did you find
wrapped around your heart shaped mind
a woven heart shaped heart?

The lion is silent now
the mighty sound a far cry

Oh what did you find
stealing from your wondering mind
a broken and crooked heart?

The lion is silent now,
the mighty sound a far cry
from the shimmer you once knew
dulled and quiet through and through.

Oh what did you find
stealing from your heart shaped mind
a broken heart shaped heart?

The lion is silent now,
the mighty sound a far cry
from the shimmer you once knew
dulled and quiet through and through.

Guitars, Vocals-Sean Craypo
Upright Bass-Mario Gonzalez,
Piano-Graham Reynolds,
Drums-Jonathan Latta

Fold these lights in your pocket
keep them bright and new.
Years from now you can claim them
maybe they will shine for you.

All the forgotten skylines
framed in your rearview.

Drag each day across your doorstep,
didn’t know they followed you.
Didn’t think you’d ever need them
Time might come when you do.

All the forgotten skylines
framed in your rearview.

I won’t be your star
I won’t be your dream
The cast net looked empty
The cast net looked empty
Gathered it threw it back

Follow the passing bell
peels and shimmers through the air.
Sneaks on you like thunder
born in still summer skies.

Guitars, Fender Phones-Vocals-Sean Craypo
Vibraphone-Mark Griffith
Contra-bassoon Ben Atherholt

Take a seat in the back of my head,
turn down the light, pull down the screen.
Tonight it looks like fiction again,
marvel at the pictures spun reel to reel.

Too much space is an insidious thing
but it give me time to write
letters to the parents of my dead friends.

It’s a marathon dream after dream,
some reruns and some I’ve never seen,
built up and dissolved, one by one.
Check the closing credits for your name.

Too much space is an insidious thing
it makes me wonder what the future might bring, but it
gives me time to write
letters to the parents of my dead friends.

All the names
a trail of letters all read the same
from key grip to bystander number one.
All that’s left is a stillness
a blank canvas waiting on you.

Too much space is an insidious thing
it makes me wonder what the future might bring, but it
gives me time to write letters to the parents of my dead friends.

Guitar and Vocals-Sean Craypo,
Piano-Graham Reynolds
Baritone Sax, Bass Clarinet-Danny Kamins
Drums (Verse 1 and 2)-Ron Salvo
Drums (Choruses and bridge)-Isaac Winburne