My World Now (2020)

[This album is a work in progress, and all details are subject to change in the coming weeks. Please return for daily updates, including song titles, lyrics, album art modifications, and more!]

Projected Release Date:

Friday, July 17, 2020

1. Firefly Flame

2. Don’t Wanna

3. Yet I Choose

4. The World Lost a Step

5. Discard the Disguise

6. I Want You, Hear Me

7. This is All Over

8. Here Come the Guns

9. [tba]

10. Do What You Can Do

11. A New Anew


“Firefly Flame” (C. Moore)

Come with me and you’ll see / that you cannot live forever. / Try to be and you’ll see / that you can now come back to being… / free… when horizons cease to be / and your firefly flame is all you show to me. / When you save up for more / there are scores who’ll praise you for it. / Turn about? Live in doubt? / Well, that’s no way to plan your life… / You’ll see… when dreams aren’t where you’re free / and your candle clarifies all that you care to read… / You never had words to tell me. / You never needed speech to sell me / on and on and on and gone… / You’ll never really leave me. / Take advice from a life / that was lived without suggestion. / Only time wanting now / what now can give to life worth living… / Agree… only when you do agree, / and don’t say you see when you’re too blinded to be (free)… / Sometimes I don’t remember / what life was like forever / before and then, ago, preceding / me, and then I start perceiving! / Come with me and you’ll see / that you cannot live forever. / Try to be and you’ll see / that you can now come back to being / free… when horizons cease to be / and your firefly flame is all you show to me…

“Don’t Wanna” (C. Moore)

Don’t wanna take out the trash. / Don’t wanna clean the countertops. / Don’t wanna empty your litter box… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so let’s meet at your food bowl / and figure this out… / Don’t wanna vacuum the carpet. / Don’t wanna dust the blinds. / Don’t wanna remove every trace of you… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so let’s camp on the couch now / and figure this out… / I just don’t see where you’ve gone when / you have ceased to be. / Call it crazy, all my calling out for more; it’s somehow worse to think of / our time as “before”… / Don’t wanna close up the window. / Don’t wanna lock the door. / Don’t wanna not see you waiting when I get home… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so unleash a sunrise soliloquy: / we’ll figure this out!

“Yet I Choose” (C. Moore)

You ain’t been around in a long time, and I’ve been dreaming of seeing you / some time you know (you know). / You’re the fabric and the feel, the energy of every special horizon glimpsed by me you know; / yeah, I know you know… / Some, they say, “Sail around; don’t go through what this can do to you.” / Yet I choose! / I won’t take a trip for a long time, so I’ve been laying ‘round seeing you / some times; they’re faux (I know). / I didn’t want to fall for fantasy, then every genuine thought that sent you in to me / was set free… / Some, they say, “Don’t you drown; gotta focus on the stable ground.” / Yet I choose! / When I thought we were safely gone, reality made a fool of me, / and just because I can’t swim doesn’t mean the current’s overtaken me… / I just need some time at sea… / My ship ran aground of a knot wound, a dirty tangle of a ravel not allowed / to flow (you know). / You’re the fabric and the feel, the energy of every beautiful day remaining / yet for me to see… / You don’t say, “Sail around;” instead you climb aboard and hold my ground. / Yes, we choose… / You don’t say, “Sail around,” instead you climb aboard and / hold my ground… / Memories, sail with me, ripple onward, we will / some day see… / And we will see our friends again / another day…

“The World Lost a Step” (C. Moore)

I miss you; I wanna get back to you, walking around these empty halls. / I met you and lived with you; now the world is gone, and I don’t know where to go. / I realize there’s no getting back to you. / I never lost anything that couldn’t be brought back, at least in some way, to some degree. / As I walk around and see your perch, it’s empty; there’s no energy there. / The world is different: it’s lost a step. / It’ll never be the same again… / I don’t know how to get it back. / Every day with you was a smile and a pulse that you would give; I showered you with adjectives. / I wish you were here where you once belonged, shaking doors with just a breath. / Because though surrounded; I’m left alone. / I miss you; I wanna get back to you, walking around these empty halls. / I met you and lived with you; now the world is gone, and I don’t know where to go. / I never lost anything that couldn’t be brought back, at least in some way, to some degree. / So, I’ll walk around and take a breath; the air is odd — yet there’s some left, / and I can’t just wait for what comes next…

“Discard the Disguise” (C. Moore / N. Fekete)

Every night, everywhere we’ve been traveling, the station keeping comes. / Where we are, where we were stretch out far beyond; can’t quantify the sums. / With every light and every little flicker flaring fast, we somehow fail to see / every piece and every time that once belonged to us: it’s gathered up m, and / it’s catalogued, and it’s now confined to peace. / With every morning comes a question we’re allowed to glimpse: do we sign on for more? / When every action undertaken that fails to convince leaves us hollow at the core. / A ringing sound, a buzzing note that ties us coast to coast may be all that it takes, / and every stop and every show we pour our souls into without a spotlight / can be the one night that we discover fate. / That’s the fate that we’ve been traveling for, the hope that leaves us wanting more. / We see it in society’s lines: read between them; discard the disguise. / Dropping drama, rain down on us, soak the situation, take us from ourselves. / There’s no excuse and no distraction too reductive when the excuse excels. / Yet here they are: they’re sculpting truth and quelling conscience by cutting all the cards. / And can you unmask mass unmasked retaliation on what is supported / by not opinion but by a thoughtful mind? / That’s the thought that we’ve been looking for, and our hope leaves us wanting more. / We see it in our leaders’ lines: read between them; discard the disguise. / When the disguise is gone, some day when the present is past, / and all the pain you can’t maintain is lost and left to linger on alone… / Living in the past will not bring peace: breathe life into now, / for the future when the present fades, every present moment, truth, dissolves / into what may be when life moves on… / How am I supposed to love my next-door neighbor when he flies a flag that I despise? / I fly the flag that I was raised to salute, honor while he’s praised for loving lies. / State to state, the state we’re in is quite remarkable; before us the chasm lies. / It’s an abyss that we’re gorging on, and it defiles / while ‘round us, smiles disguise the hate inside. / That’s the hate that we’ve been rooting out, and our hope can’t be tinged by doubt. / We see it in our very lives: read between them; discard the disguise. / There’s only so much more time for us to realize…


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