URCHIN TALES

by GARRETT R. COOPER

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released May 10, 2014

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GARRETT R. COOPER Adelaide, Australia

Songs written and recorded as abruptly as possible.
Some material previously written for Bronze Chariot and Damned Men however never complete.

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Track Name: URCHIN TALE
U R C H I N T A L E

A tale of a man alone, his grudges formed crusades and grew.

The days were warm and nights were long, with dreams now things he’ll never become.

And he’ll, leave with no will.



The story of a time outgrown, the walk to nowhere just to be gone.

Where air seems thick and a putrid black, now each step too far and no going back.

And he’ll keep moving on.



But if all roads cross and all nights fall, and mornings will break without e still.

These serpents in my arms that curl, will still long to tangle around my girl.

And I’ll crawl back to her.
Track Name: BY GASLIGHT
B Y G A S L I G H T

There's a thing that lives in the heart of every man
It's strange and cruel and crude, but it's needed
To hold it back and have it stay here for good.

This thing that punishes and tears them all apart
In pieces like pages torn from a book
But be damned if she gives a man a second look
Her heart can bleed for no one else

You give it all that you have and it'll drink from you
Everything that keeps you right
But keep it near because if it ever leaves
Track Name: THE CORAL MEN
T H E C O R A L M EN

Bound by the luna and it's rhythms, burning daylight and then candles
Building the roads and the parks, seaweed as trees and coral as men
My creatures move freely as i shape, the hills in the distance, their sky and their sun
My city, my town of sea urchins, the sound of their hails ring out and then...
The coral men call, from valleys of glass in raw from "build us an arc and a river to the shore. Ask of the tide, to carry us out. To carry us home, to depths that you'll never know.

Day long the tide will come and go, the grit of the grains between my palms. Building the halls and the towers, a new town, a land of conception.
My creatures sprawl far and wide, from buckets come mountains and gullies from spades.
My city, my town without churches, the sound of the hails ring out and then...
The coral men call, now i'd willed the tide to come home "we have no arc and no river to the shore
now as the tide will not drag us out, the towers they fall to depths that you'll never know"
Track Name: TANGLED ENOUGH
T A N G L E D E N O U G H

Looking to hold something like steam lifting in the air, or haze on city lights from the hill.

A thing of wonder and grace, a form bright an whole.

And then there’s what its like to want something more than the next breathe.



And there’s what it’s like to need a hook

And then there’s what is is and what you’re worth.



It wouldn’t take more than scales to pull me under, that’d be all that’s left to change from man.

Tangled enough and knowing better than this and there’s the form bright and whole.

And then there’s what its like to want something more than the next breathe.



And then there’s what it takes and what you have that’s different

And then theirs is haze on city lights, the serpent
Track Name: WHEN THE BELL TOWER TOLLS
W H E N T H E B E L L T O W E R T O L L S

Each man dons teeth and rock, sharpened up to a point to take a life easy, to take a life at all.

Each one gathers kin and huddles them, to wonder all along a road less travelled than his father ever done.

Father, Sister, Mother and Brother sharing one thing in a name and nothing else but the travel till the dawn.



Shadows fall and the sun comes a-glowing over hills and the sea.

One thing holds them together in the new day.

When the bell tower tolls they’ll hide all their wrongs.

When the bell tower tolls they’ll fill all their lungs

When the bell tower tolls there’ll be nothing that belongs.



The advance on the tower was planned with maps and paper structures.

This stone that had taken one thousand or more years to get this smooth.

To slip in the foundation, the sand will fall and the roads will crease

The advance on the tower was planned when the bell tower tolled