credits: written, produced and performed by Michael Calvaresi and Sean McGuire

lyrics, cover art and concept: Michael Calvaresi

all rights reserved 2010 ©

track list:

I Miss the Boy

White Dwarf Mother Sun

When We Were

Stand and Be True

I Miss the Boy

Heaven

My Mary is a Rock Song

Oh My Fellow Minstrels

Useless Romance (Trying to be Blue)

I Miss the Boy

I miss the boy

White Dwarf Mother Sun

exosphere

thermosphere

mesosphere

stratosphere

troposphere

slingshot around the sun

only to get back home

using earths gravity

picking up energy

gathering comet dust

coming back all around

white dwarf mother sun

gravity brings me home

my heat-shield-skull protects me

from re-entry

and as I’m born out of my capsule

the blues and greens, they blind me

cast me back through the vacuum

just so I can slingshot back home again

white dwarf mother sun

everything is going faster

dark energy

the stars are moving faster and farther away

hold on

When We Were

in the west wind lands we wait for the desert to grow

in the valleys inland we wait for the hot winds to blow

and we know

when we were lads we’d travel through the creeks and the snow

we would travel on cycles to school in the morning cold

and we know

now we travel to cities and lands that we do not know

we stand in line and wait for the street lights to go

and we know

I Miss the Boy

there was a house

and there was a green yard

that stretched to the flat blue horizon

and in the fall the leaves would change

suns of gold approaching cold

first to run across the snow

and there were no fences

and I miss the boy that I was

the common ground,

the circle, the creek

summer night games and lightening bugs

red rover red rover send everyone over

as fast as you can climb a tree

cicadas singing you to sleep

and there were no fences

and I miss the boy that I was

our fortress of imagination

being built in the basement

hot lava on the stairs

charging like heros

ricochet here we go

swimming in circles, running til we drop

and I miss the boy that I was

Bud and Monday beaking us in our sleep

the incomparable friendship formed called MSC

nothing could stop us and we didn’t even know it

but hat’s the beauty of magic isn't it?

when you’re there, you don’t even know where you are

and I miss the boy that I was

Heaven

Mary my love, Mary mi amore’

Mary my love, marry me love

love me when I’m gone

I will wait for you in the clearing

heaven to me, is watching you sleep

My Mary is a Rock Song

my Mary is a rock song

she don’t let doen

she got that back beat that i love

she drive shard and kisses sweet

my Mary is a rock song

my Mary is a rock song

I stole her heart

and I love her so hard

she is so good to me

so special, gentle to me

my Mary is a rock song

Oh My Fellow Minstrels


oh my fellow minstrels

we gave up our ticket to the great parade built the house and walked away

so fortunate were we to virtually succeed

opportunities like sand falling through our hands

oh my fellow minstrels

oh my fellow minstrels

I truly believed the podium was holy and oh the unforeseen fortune and glory

and the magical romance of communication

oh my fellow minstrels

oh my fellow minstrels

I would have preferred to make one last stand

dedicating purpose to the time spent at hand

to build something so strong

to stand and be true

instead of fading out

oh my fellow minstrels

Useless Romance

(Trying to be Blue)

this is the best way to say

this is the best way to communicate

objects material conceptual and classical

loving you or killing you

coincidence or miracle

this is the best way to say

if you're here then you'll hear

if you can't then you won’t

if you won’t then i'll still try

(and after so much time

after so much crying

all there is, is this blank page, right where I began

no mater how hard I

try no matter how loud I cry

I will never be able to say

so why do I stay?

all the rage in my youth

all the fear in my dreams

the empty echos from my screams

I've spun tales through webs

and I have contrived

beaten the bush to death

around and around I’ve burnt it down

grown again and burnt it down

the ashy grey my face will make in the busy mirror

I strive to change

the ashy grey my face has made

I want to be blue as the sky I knew

swimming in cool shades

I want to be blue)

if you're here then you'll hear

as many points of view as galaxies swirling above you

as many points of view as galaxies swirling about you

as many points of view as galaxies swirling inside of you

as many points of view as galaxies swirling around you

if you're here then you'll hear

and if you can't or if you won't then I will be here to try

if you can't then you don't

and you won't hear anything at all

just a voice, a string, a drum.

deaf, blind, paralyzed and dumb