The Warmth of The Glow

by Crashing Sunset

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My debut full length LP!
Recorded December 2016-January 2017 in my bedroom, Chris James's living room, and Chris's bedroom in Swampscott, Massachusetts.

not art. Records 003

Hand-written lyrics included with download!

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released January 20, 2017

Crashing Sunset is...
Luke O'Brien: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Drum Programming, Production, Laptop
Chris James: Bass, Drum Programming, Production

All Songs Written by Luke O'Brien except "Fire, Walk With Me", which has words by David Lynch and Mark Frost and music by Luke O'Brien and includes a sample from the television series "Twin Peaks", and "What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been In Foreman's Basement" with words by Kristin Newman, Kurt Vonnegut and Luke O'Brien, music by Luke O'Brien, a sample from the television series "That 70's Show" and a reading from Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse-Five", spoken by Luke O'Brien.

Produced by Chris James and Luke O'Brien

Cover Model: Kaleigh Perry
Photo Credit: Jane Schiavone

Special Thanks: Chris James, Kai Holl, Suzanne, Patrick, Liam and Roxie O'Brien, Mary Comeau, Johnny Hoel, Christopher Hantman, Sounds and Tones Records, Nick Tardive, Bridget Broyles, Victoria Papetti, Drew Weisse, Philip Shedd, Izzy Heltai, Weezer, Radiohead, The Smiths, Rush, Talking Heads, Smashing Pumpkins, Modern Baseball, Nirvana, Jeff Rosenstock, Titus Andronicus, and anyone who has ever tolerated an open mic performance of mine!

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Track Name: The Quiet Terror of Being Alive
I'm alone and it starts to snow
And I don't know where to go
I am alone, and it starts to rain
And I alone feel my pain

Introducing The Quiet Terror of Being Alive

Mom told me to write a happy song
But I don't know how I'm going to do that
And all around me is uncertainty
All that's certain is uncertainty

Introducing The Quiet Terror of Being Alive
Introducing The Quiet Terror of Being Alive!
Track Name: Suffering Season
A man at work today bought groceries
He told me not fear Christ's return
He seemed at peace at whatever would come
I wish I could find the same solace

The grass in the cemetery is yellow
As dead as its inhabitants
Will the rain resurrect them all?
When will that rain come?

Maybe the rain is Christ
Maybe my pain is Christ
Maybe this drought is for a reason
And this is just the Suffering Season

Suck the marrow straight from my bones
Leave me as a husk here all alone
Let my eyeballs dry up as I rot in my grave
As you lie in bed realize it was too late to save
Me from the person that I've become
The selfish and bitter ways have always won
It's a perfect sunny day for my funeral as the breeze whispers secrets through the trees

Maybe the rain is Christ
Maybe my pain is Christ
And maybe this drought is for a reason
But this is just the Suffering Season

Maybe the rain is Christ
Maybe my pain is Christ
And maybe this drought is for a reason
But this is just the Suffering Season
Track Name: In The Shade Of The Tree In The Moonlight
It's sad to see your friends fall out of love
You're worried you'll do the same
Imprint so much onto them
And watch their faces fill with shame

But we're young, and we're stupid
Do we even know what love is in the first place?
It's something that we think we know
Through music and movies
We imprint so much hope on each other

I look out the window
I watch as she extinguishes her cigarette in the snow
She knows she can do better than him
She could do better than anyone she's slept with recently

We walk in the dark
We walk, guided by the blinding streetlights
They make the snow seem so bright, its like an alien world

I look at his face
Can't make it out that well In The Shade Of The Tree, In The Moonlight
I see a glimpse of color emanating from his cheeks
There's something there, but he won't tell me
Track Name: I Didn't Understand Henry V
Someone turn...the kettle off
It's hopping off...the pot
Pour yourself...a cup of Irish breakfast tea

Two weeks...after Election Day
She's back...with him, he's here to stay

Watch the plows...go down the street and clear it out
Watch the snow fall out
It's not white...like it was last night, it's all just brown
Like the shit of my regrets

He doesn't look...at me when he smokes
By the bench...outside my building
He doesn't care...no he's just complacent in this air

Pick up the book...off the shelf and give it a look...it's Moby Dick
I'm gonna get...that white whale someday soon

My head is cluttered...with pictures and words from classic literature
From Henry V...what was going on?
I didn't understand they started speaking French...
Track Name: This Serene Disaster
The winter gets shorter, but the sadness remains
I'll sit here and sigh as darkness envelops my days
The cold wraps around me
The streetlights are too bright

The sadness abducts me
Beams me up towards some sort of light
It's something I saw on the Internet
So it has to be right

We've all got our own stuff going
We're all trapped in our heads
The clock keeps shrugging off the daylight
Till we're all better off dead

She poses ironically next to a grave with my last name on it
There's frost on the ground, and it's snowed quite a bit
We'll trudge through the sheets of This Serene Disaster
All the while we know the misery is our master
Do you hear the master's call?

We've all got our own stuff going
We're all trapped in our heads
The clock keeps shrugging of the daylight
Till we're all better off dead

Do you hear the master's call?
Track Name: Papers (After James Joyce)
I remembered the rain, as it wet the paper, a
brief time spent in the waiting room, a rooster coop, birdless
for now, but soon to be crowded with proud fowl. This must be heaven
because nothing’s happening here, nothing’s changing, the sea-dusk
light breaks through my window and
I’m transported through the calm, crisp air. A
derelict house whispers and shudders softly. Here, a star
is born. She is born out of a supernova flirt and fight in
the galaxies that we can’t see, the
day is the same as night. To the west,
vivid imagery flickers past my eyelids, bright lights and
rich, red lipstick smiles, lips pursed lightly, sipping a glass of wine, thou
shall not spill on the carpet. Take off those shoes, poor
beggar, you will track mud. The paper is damp like my heart,
a flickering, festering flame guarded by a child’s hand. Love’s
not too far out of reach for me. Yet this violent, bludgeoning image
batters itself into my brain. Fickle and profound, she became fond
of what blood looked like caked on her skin.
And she fancied herself to always be right, no matter how far
she had to go to be right. She turned and said “Rememberest:
I will love you forever, till the sun swallows us” I thought her
eyes sparkled like a sun ready to devour, the silent
vastness of space is no place for lovers. Here, where eyes
are gouged from their sockets and
mouths become bleeding, oozing cuts, her
god-like form descends and blesses Mars with water, soft,
cleansing rain that again soaks the paper I hold, foam-white
soap floats on top of the bath water I furl my brow
as I drop her old love letters in the tub. And
to think I was so foolish to fall for the fragment
miscreant, the perfume, vanilla scented and sinful, laughed around her hair
Pennyroyal Tea by Nirvana played back as I felt myself falling
in love? Maybe. Into death? Murky waters as
deep as an entry-level poet’s metaphors? More likely. In
middle school poetry as deep as a kiddy-pool there is the
truth and freedom of ignorance, just not knowing how liberating silence
can be, or how restricting it is. Winter is here, the rain falleth
on cold steel rails of the playground. Now
here at the end of the world. You cry, drive and talk till dusk.
Why is it so important for us to be free from
suffering? Why must we endure anything? The
reason I have devised is so we may look back into the air
chilly and damp to the bone, and breathe a sigh: “Ah,
well at least that is done.” Why
trouble yourself? So you may say you have, so you will not wilt
like a flower, but instead, thou
shall grow in the blossom of the evening. Remember
we were all young once. But these
memories, we relive them, once, twice, thrice, or
maybe even four times. But why?
So we may be young more than once? Oh, my poor
aching heart
is shattered, first by love, then by friends. I feel repine
first and foremost for myself for if
I was to die before I wake, the
angels would cast me into Hades, or perhaps sweet
Persephone would have mercy. Courtney Love
and Billy Corgan and Kurt Cobain lay claim to she,
she who dominates punk rock and yielded
a plentiful bounty. The rain cracks open the sky with
a mighty sound, a coarse, rusty hammer of my father’s, a
relic of Zeus himself. All I can do now is sigh,
my papers are wet and ruined. Was
my poetry never
meant to be? Was I never supposed to be thine?
Track Name: Fire, Walk With Me
Every cell screams
I can still feel that kiss
It hurts me, oh God, it hurts me

The black cold
Simple answers for difficult questions
But in this moment, know yourself
There's more in heaven on this Earth
Than what's dreamt in our philosophies

Through the darkness of future's past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds
Fire, Walk With Me

It is some men's fate to face great darkness
And if he doesn't love easily, he loves too much
I can't hear it, but I feel it
The thought of all the hapless sinners
And where their soul is destined to lie

Hiding from your fear doesn't make it go away
It only makes it stronger
And you will learn as I have
The value of hate

Through the darkness of future's past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds
Fire, Walk With Me
Track Name: Diplomatic Relations
Instrumental
Track Name: That's Enough
I'm scared to be someone other than myself
I'm scared to be what you want me to be
I don't want to be a cliché
Anymore...

All I want to do is what's best for you
Wanna protect you if you need me to
Most of the time I'm sure I don't have to
Because you know I love you, and you love me, well That's Enough oh That's Enough!

And you love me and That's Enough
And you love me and That's Enough
Track Name: What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been In Foreman's Basement
*spoken*
And on that day, the floods overwhelmed the land
The water reclaimed what was rightfully hers
And the ocean covered the Earth
Dooming the race of man forevermore
Some men saw this coming, but they were scoffed at
And now all had to pay the price

This is the part of the song
Where I take part of my mortality
Trying to make sense of my mortality
Trying to make sense of what I'm doing here
This may seem pretty artsy-fartsy, and it is!

*sung*
Put on this Earth for no reason
But to suffer at the hands of each other
God put us here for no reason
But to suffer for who I am

We're all swirling around in this styrofoam cup we've created for ourselves
It's the swirling black dredges at the bottom where we lay our friends to rest

But I won't take part of the storm that's brewing
I refuse to be smothered
I will rise above and let my voice ring out
And stop the smothering of others, the suffering of others!

*spoken*
This is the part of the song where the feedback overwhelms the listener
And you might start to think...This guy's pretty negative!
What does he mean we're just black dredges at the bottom of a styrofoam cup?
You might think, "does he really mean that?"
I don't know, I still don't know, and that's why I'm writing this song