Lucid Dreams LP

by Letters From Traffic

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1.
All these fever dreams Been broiling my brain it seems Half-baked philosophies, bastard sons of Socrates All these fantasies of revenge upon my enemies Is it hot in here? Is it just me? Is it this addiction of society To burning daylight? To warming up the night? Sloughing off this wasted heat Haunts my troubled, fitful sleep What kind of government would steal my sunshine Like they're trying to take my time? How many ways will they take to cross my party line Try to change my mind or chain my mind? People you got to cool your heels Don't spend your life just spinning wheels It's a slow heat death, wasted your breath Paper chasing dollar bills Is it hot in here? Is it just me? I can see so clear the dimming of the luminary This modern era apathy Sloughing off this wasted heat Haunts my troubled fitful sleep People you got to cool your heels Don't spend your life spinning wheels It's slow heat death, wasted your breath Paper chasing dollar bills Is it hot in here? Is it just me? Is it this addiction of society To burning daylight? To warming up the night? Sloughing off this wasted heat Haunts my troubled, fitful sleep Feels like I'm sparring with the devil but the playing field ain't level There's an awful lot of steam just rolling off of me Why must I take it all upon myself To break the fall of all these citizens Who just can't make up their minds It's getting hotter all the time They just can't make up their minds It's getting hotter all the time (c) 2009 Reciprocity Studios
2.
Casual 05:30
I find myself standing alone Cuts like a knife through this confusion When did I come to your conclusion? A feeling I've never known -no, no, no . . . No, no, no, no Penitent whispers in the moonlight They make a rhythm in the next life I feel the shivers rushing over me 'Cause it's easier than I thought it would be . . . It's a casual assassination It's a murder without motivation No malice here or blood elation It's casual It's casual Well, I must've been outta my mind To hold my breath for such a long time But I never would have known if I hadn't heard that terminal tone I feel the angels rushing over me I said, Oh Lord, what else can it be? But a casual assassination It's a murder without motivation No malice here or blood elation It's casual It's casual I got this feeling I probably should flee the scene I'm stained so red now Wonder if my hands will ever be clean . . . It's a casual assassination It's a murder without motivation No malice here or blood elation It's casual It's casual I've got some time now That I can finally close my eyes Sitting in my cell Pondering your demise . . . (c) 2009 Reciprocity Studios
3.
Can I get a little space from the dream I been so close everything starts to seem Like a shade or a breeze Man, I been down on my knees Won't you help me, please? What price to pay for good peace of mind If mice do play when cat's off to find His soul or his groove Maybe a cool way to move? What's he got to prove? When you're upside down The top might seem like the bottom But when you're on the bottom It never really feels like the top Stop Bartender a round, then, for my strugglin' friends May you find your means before you meet your ends I freely admit that it's absurd on its face Be it digits, bits of sand, or motion through space That time is of the essence For this master plan While I tick away the seconds like a secondhand When you're upside down The top might seem like the bottom But when you're on the bottom It never really feels like the top Stop Bartender, a round, then, for my strugglin' friends May you find your means before you meet your ends (c) 2009 Reciprocity Studios
4.
It's a private thing Between you and I The touch of a hand The blink of an eye Vibrations of harmonic souls Ghosts as old as pharaoh stories Epic tales of ancient glories Beautiful as celestial bodies Mama Bear will be home soon How will she understand Our deliverance From the pain of loneliness we felt once One sits in silence Two cries for broken dreams Three lives in memories And hopes that someday she'll be happy It's a private thing Between you and I A glance from across the room Knowing that we'll be together soon Steal the conscience from the moon Oh, it's so objective Billions of us disconnected Wonder why I'm so protective? One sits in silence Two cries for broken dreams Three would give anything And take anything, too, it seems Four is so scandalous Five is a danger to us Six wouldn't harm a hair But we would feel his green-eyed stare One might wonder why My lady, love, and I We keep this thing so secretive This covert passion that we live Well, it's a private thing Between you and I The touch of a hand The blink of an eye It's a private thing Between you and I A glance from across the room Knowing that we'll be together Soon . . . Knowing that we'll be together soon Knowing that we'll be together soon I said, knowing that we'll be together soon
5.
I leave the table feeling like I’ve been spent I hit the street and beat my feet against the pavement Moments like this they may seem carved out of stone We take ‘em with us but we’re leaving our bones I can feel that wheel has got me turning again I try to please the muse, seize the fuse Keep it from burning as long as I can What I’m running from The inevitable outcome Too late Twenty-eight revolution Inside a still life with your nose the grindstone Sympathetic vibrations sure make a fine tone Still something’s stolen so I turn and I toss I’m not yet rolling but I’m shaking the moss I can feel that wheel has got me turning again I try to please the muse, seize the fuse Keep it from burning as long as I can What I’m running from The inevitable outcome Too late Twenty-eight revolution Deep inside the sleepless night I swim like a ghost through pools of moonlight Whispering these cool melodies Keeping at bay my chaotic disease Don’t think this cat’s not in it to win But lately I been feeling shiver-thin Then again, could be the gravity of Saturn Or just another destructive pattern I’m in
6.
Heavyweight 04:16
He can’t wait for the summer to end Can you relate? Can I close my eyes while I pretend? This heavyweight challenges us to answer the call He ain’t afraid at all... Changing shades The sun keeps drifting down the sky The green dream fades and swings low the high But I still can hear him rage and rattle in his cage He's readying for battle to dawn upon this age And there he goes again Beating an urge to bear a sin Better this constant serenade Than that cacophonous din There he goes again Holding a fist up to the sky Sure he may be bruised But you should see the other guy It must be the need to try The low road once in while Oh well, to hell with the high You might catch what I’m on about But let me make it clear Reasons range, seasons change and now autumn’s almost here And there he goes again Beating an urge to bear a sin Better this constant serenade Than that cacophonous din There he goes again Holding a fist up to the sky Sure he may be bruised... But, damn, it’s just like that Sometimes the mouse must get the cat And I forget But that's life, I guess That’s not to say it’s not hard work Down in this dark where demons lurk But they’re mostly of our making Oh, and I’ve got no cause to think those tiger paws They won’t just shrink on down to something... Something I can get the best of Or just more baggage to divest of Can it be the need to see the mettle of a modern man The tenacity, veracity of these theories about Babylon? His phantoms gone, he’s twice the man His candles burn to light his plans He stands upon his castle sands and gambles on his facile hands
7.
Castles 03:32
"Any moment this could end" Came the call from my closest friend He said, "My heart ain't beating Like it's supposed to be" But, what's a boy to say When his brother might be washed away? Gone before we knew Where he was going, going... How are we to live with this illusion That we're gonna last forever? Castles in the sand can only stand 'Til the tide rolls in again It's the soundtrack of a tragedy These songs of our humanity Written to the rhythm Drumming in our chest The best of us will meet the same fate As the rest of us who wandered in late And missed the plot Or don't know what the play's about How are we to live with this illusion That we're gonna last forever? Castles in the sand can only stand 'Til the tide rolls in again The tide rolls . . . Like a drum . . . Or like a season Comes and goes and goes and comes And never needs a reason The tide rolls The tide rolls Well, the ocean must be made of tears To keep the shore so clean I will admit I've shed a few If you know what I mean The most we get's one hundred years To monitor that heartbeat line So plan ahead but don't forget You never know when it will be your time The tide rolls...
8.
Don't work yourself up over nothing Don't try to read too much between the lines Don't show your hand upon your face Deny a soul a saving grace Drop out of the human race One more time Don't you look just like a vision With those conspiratory eyes? Don't I seem to be Punch-drunk on eternity? Trumped up on a felony For grabbing what's in front of me But, don't stop Moving those fingers up and down my spine Don't stop Just for this moment take it as a sign Feels so good when you lay your hands upon You consecrate my clouded mind Let's see if we can find the time to Is this love just a chemical reaction? Would it matter if it was? Is my need for you A logical progression Or just justification For what the animal inside me wants to do? Let's have a communication breakdown Let's take this labyrinthine existence And lose it for a little while We have got to have a communication breakdown Let's make a point of our persistence In the belief that things don't have to be so complicated all the time Say we never heard of such absurdities As words to match the melodies Of selfish, sophist soliloquies Don't stop Moving those fingers up and down my spine Don't stop The only thing we have to lose is time Feels so good when you lay your hands upon And consecrate my clouded mind Let's see if we can find the time to
9.
My cat’s tail is curved like a question mark Though he doesn't understand what that means to a cat like me He just sits on the windowsill staring at the blue, blue sky He’s probably thinking about Eastern philosophy Lord, it seemed so easy to believe in anything Oh, when I was young Flash of light could make the demons go away Magic was a fact and I hoped that I might fly someday But now I challenge anyone to stand upon their faith And make the case for me beyond a doubt iron all my theories out Straighten up these questing curves Calm the sea with certainty and offer me enlightenment And I would believe I would give up these pragmatic tendencies Oh and I would play To that absolute everyday My cat sighs in the middle of the night lying in a shaft of window light I guess I envy him sometimes ‘cause he just seems so content in dreams But he can’t even go outside He’s a prisoner –never has to make up his own mind I guess that’s one cozy way to make in this crazy world But what’s the price of his advice when... If I could believe I would give up these pragmatic tendencies Oh and I would play To that absolute everyday My cat’s tail is curved like a question mark Though he doesn't understand what that means to a cat like me He just sits on the windowsill staring at the blue, blue sky He’s probably thinking about chasing the birds flying by
10.
The Runaway 06:21
I don’t need no feathers If I want to fly And if a brother's penniless I’ll just whisper by Bye-bye Oh, I’m shaking like a leaf Because I’m soaking wet But if there’s an island that can keep me Lord, well I haven’t been there yet Oh, ‘cause I’m the runaway And I don’t waste my time Shifting between shades of grey Standing in the cold outside of your paradigm I am quiet as a churchmouse I can vanish like a dream I can run, I can run as if the devil’s on my tail In fact, sometimes that’s just how it seems Every foot I put in front of me Is one more yard behind If I have to count the paces of my cell one more time I will lose my mind Oh, ‘cause I’m the runaway And I don’t waste my time Shifting between shades of grey Standing in the cold outside of your paradigm Shake a leg, shake a leg Feel that locomotive breath puffing in the distance Shake a leg, shake a leg Hear the hounds of law not too far behind If you see the warden Please don’t say my name Out here I can tell the difference between wrong and right But inside, inside they’re the same And I think he’d just as soon to kill me As to put me back away If I can dance these feet another seven more miles I might catch that train The runaway, he feels the heat Nevertheless, he keeps his feet, oh The runaway can’t stop yet The more he breathes the closer they get Shake a leg, shake a leg Feel that locomotive breath puffing in the distance Shake a leg, shake a leg Hear the hounds of law not too far behind
11.
Drop of blood Drop of water Bodies in boxes Every one a son or daughter Packed in a frigid hold Along with a letter Price of assurance, ma'am The situation is getting better Still these questions haunt my brain What was paid for? What's been gained? What's the worth of these bodies buried in the earth? And what's the cost to those who still remain? Can you separate the stone cold from the boy Once they've cut him high and tight and trained him to destroy? Can you separate the soldier from the gun Once he's found the fight inside and used his life to kill someone? Is his pain the same as his father's was before? Handed down through generations from every father who's gone to war? War . . . Still these questions haunt my brain Ghosts from the battlefield my will cannot contain Who decides what's worth risking my brother for? When will we learn to stop marching brothers off to war? Drop of blood Drop of water Bodies in boxes Every one just cannon fodder Refrigerated cargo Bound for the states Drape a flag across the face But still the soul escapes Another son Another daughter Another battlefield Everyone just cannon fodder

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Lucid Dreams was the first collected offering from Letters From Traffic while still in its early form. The music was recorded simply and with very little affectation with the intention of capturing the essence of "acousticsoul" and leaving as much space as possible for the lyrics and melodies of these 11 tracks to show up and weave a story into which the listener might be drawn.

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released August 1, 2009

Scott Concinnity - vox/guitar/midi
Jim Laws - drums/percussion
Christopher Couvillion - trumpet
Dennis Hart - lead guitar
Jeff Tillinghast - bass
Paul Brandhagen - drums
Michael Deasy, Jr - saxophone

Written, recorded, mixed and produced at the Concinnity Collective and Reciprocity Studios in Seattle by Scott Concinnity, who offers deep gratitude to Jim, Chris, Dennis, Jeff, Paul, and Mike for contributing mad skills to this project without promise or hope of reward, and to Nicole who is the best teammate, friend, and fan this artist could have.

Lucid Dreams is dedicated to Michael Deasy, Jr, who loved music more than anyone I've ever known.

(c) 2009 S.M.P.Concinnity & Reciprocity Studios

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Letters From Traffic is a Seven-Piece Seattle Rock and Soul Phenomenon featuring soul-sweetened vocals, fresh horns, hot guitars, kickass grooves, and life-shaking lyrics. Original songs layer trumpet, trombone, saxophone, vocal-harmony, lead & rhythm guitars, bass and drums. Contagiously moveable, inspiringly anthemic, or just dirty and fun, Letters From Traffic is always quality, always true. ... more

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