Finally pieced together some footage thought to have been lost in the fire
Tried to post it on myspace but myspace is asleep
oh well check out The Dying Embers on youtube .com



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kf1BjSsa7pU

I've finally caught up to the dream...
But no one around seems to care.
Why shoot the pictures that we bury away
and why leave behind what we find.
Fools are every where, they pay high for their masks
They smell like rotten candles and lie to the children instead.
I've fought hard to catch up, i almost missed the boat,
believing in strangers that hide in the dark, broken and falling behind..

Blurry photos of pretty girls might not tell the tale.
Crowded music, punched in windows, whisky lips for sale.

She sure looks good and she sounds real nice but she seems a little angry.
Someone called her around to the bar and she threw all our hopes to the floor.
Only the owner calls her by name and only her mother remembers her birthday.
She's everywhere tho', i can't understand it.
She listens to Chumbawumba and Tom Waits cover albums
Every Sunday she gets her photo taken by the old guy down the street.
Every Monday she buys him breakfast.

Between you and me , i beg you
and we haven't even spoken a word.
It's hard not to speak up and tell you
what everyones already heard.

But her ass it invented the language,
a love guilty sway in her stride.
A fabled attempt to reach further
than something she never could hide.

Nobody wonders, it's barely a myth, that beauty is smoother than glass
And while countries are falling and hope comes to pass
there will always be memories of her beautiful ass.

In the hands of a memory we sometimes forget,
every fleeting moment we've used, stolen or forgotten, alone, in company or asleep,
has come borrowed, broken and cheap.
The sun, our souls and the day,
the night, a life or a song.
Painted and wise to a world without eyes is a cost we'll all someday believe.
If love were alone it would tell you, that nothing makes change like the truth. And if stars never ending are cold 'til they die then nothing heals better than time.
We are all Dying Embers,
and now is already gone.....

Cheekbone Rose and her beautiful smile......busted for a crime she can't commit.

Lets all bow to the last of the mutinados.
the shaved hopes and ripped luxuries of a drunkards smile
dead, dying or hoping,... we're all mutinados
and we'll always be waiting for the wind to dry our work!

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What shore is this and where are my keys...?
This detailed picture i've summoned in blue,
This with-held function i've borrowed from you.
These one eyed worries asleep in the night
What shore is this and where do i get off?

The shots came from out of the blue... We were sure we'd heard it before.
Sounds like someones coming, it feels like were already there.
If it's my turn to drive then why am i dreaming,
If you take the wheel, then we'll probably die.

Somebody else... it's always somebody else