worn souls

by Brittni Carey

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A portion of the proceeds from this album will be donated to the Windsor Youth Centre.

Album and performance updates will be posted to twitter.com/brittni_in_ink

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released July 3, 2014

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Joel Praharenka
at "The Outlook" in Ryley, Alberta (www.facebook.com/YelyrProductions)

Music and lyrics written by Brittni Carey

Vocals: Brittni Carey
Acoustic Guitar: Brittni Carey
Harmonica: Wesley Dover
Piano: David Supina
Synth: David Supina
Drums: Joel Praharenka
Bass: Joel Praharenka

Album Cover Design: Dawn Supina and Zachary Supina
Album Cover Photo: Jeremy Ross (www.jeremyross.ca)

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Folksy storytelling with a bit of sci-fi thrown in.

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Track Name: Sincerity
1. Sincerity

That line you gave me, second verse sincerity in your eyes
no, it wasn't for me, but the meaning that you feel
I thought these walls would reel from the force of your raw words
but they're all still here

And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never into the truth

Am I of use to you in your search for the right words?
I can help you see the inconsistencies in your Muse
but once the commas are drawn there's not much else I can do
so please stop asking me to see the poetry I've reclused

And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never into the truth

And all the lies I throw out of habit seem to pass right through you
I'm left without a hold; I've told you more than I knew
Peculiar now how words seem to come so easily around you
as you meditate on my shoes

And I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
running into walls and never, never

I'm so tired of stumbling around in this dark room
please stop asking me with sincerity for the truth

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: Being a Zombie
2. Being a Zombie

I was working nine to five in an office job I hated more than you
We had it all but then I let go like I always do
We used to have such brilliant conversations, I remember
How it was before this pesky blood infection

Some say this is the end, Apocalypse hanging over our heads
Thanks for the time we had. It's not so different:
Being a zombie ain't so bad

Staring blankly at whatever happens to be in front of me
Eating when I'm hungry, no ties, no dress code, no traffic lanes.
And if the boss man wants to fire me, we'll compromise:
He can have my hours if I get to eat his brains

Some say this is the end, Apocalypse hanging over our heads
Thanks for the time we had. It's not so different:
Being a zombie ain't so bad

I left your photograph framed on my desk
I wanted you to see that I still cared
But when I shuffled home, I moaned,
the door was open and you were gone
There was just an army of bloody zombies standing there

Some say this is the end, Apocalypse hanging over our heads
Thanks for the time we had. It's not so different:
Being a zombie ain't so bad

Being a zombie
Being a zombie
Being a zombie
Ain't so bad

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: On the Road
3. On the Road

Big city: carrying a battered suitcase, craning your neck to see the sky
You've lived here your whole life but everything seems so strange
like you're here for the first time, not saying goodbye

On the road: sleeping in the back of a Greyhound
On the road: with only a dime to your name
On the road: the fields stretching on forever
Oh why do you go?

The woman next to you is reading Dostoevsky;
there's a couple with a baby across the aisle
Only two hours left until Moose Jaw arrives and you start your new life
in a skid row hotel room. It's been awhile.

On the road: sleeping in the back of a Greyhound
On the road: with only a dime to your name
On the road: the fields stretching on forever
Oh why do you go?

You should have listened to your mother
when she told you her prophetic dream:
the flowers were falling and the trees were burning down
She said it was you, she said it was true you would leave home
and in the course destroy your own youth

Since then you've never been able to settle down,
writing words like they were boxcars boxcars in the night
And every where you search for truth
in another new lover, another new town

On the road: sleeping in the back of a Greyhound
On the road: with only a dime to your name
On the road: the fields stretching on forever

Oh why do you go?
Why do you go?
Oh why do you go?
Why do you go?

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: Red Utopia
4. Red Utopia

There's a field on the northern side of Mars
They call it Red Utopia

Years ago they sat with their rulers and lines
naming all the planets and the stars
There's a field on the northern side of Mars
They call it Red Utopia

Nations divided between colours and flags
with their satellites and posters and fear
and a nation tried to build up some equality here
They called it Red Utopia

As technology advanced and our spills became stains
and the human race was running out of floors
in the heavens they set up a solution to the war
They called it Red Utopia
Red Utopia

Governments, they sent off their chosen few
to populate their colony of stars
but the transmission was lost, they don't know where they are
are they dying, are they thriving, are they living on
Their Red Utopia?

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: Yellow Eyes
5. Yellow Eyes

Brightly suited daffodils standing in a row
watching as the sorrow grows.
Outside smiling, inside dying, they look down their nose
at the worms in the dirt down below

Down below, oh how can they know
what it feels like to live like this?
So it's not theirs, no it's not theirs to condemn
When there's a love that is stronger than them

But I look and see my jaundiced reflection in a shimmering desert sky:
Yellow eyes which love to despise
Oh hypocrite! I'm no better than the rest
I'm corrupted more than anyone would guess...

O Jesus, won't you come and turn this order on its head?
Make me a vessel of compassion instead
of this proud and this vain consumer of the poor
In your grace you have promised us more

Oh like a cross, and forgiveness, and life evermore
Oh like a cross, and forgiveness, and life evermore

So it's not mine, no it's not mine to condemn
when there's a love that is stronger than
So it's not mine, no it's not mine to condemn
when there's a love that is stronger

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: To Raskolnikov
6. To Raskolnikov

Only one thing you are certain of:
you close your eyes and the darkness comes
Shut out the light from your dulled senses

You pine away for some salvation
outside this prison you've declared
but when you try to pull back the curtain
you turn around and the fear is there

You've lived too long in these guilty cages
blaming their existence on some hidden pain
don't let this building dust define you
open these windows, learn to breathe again

You pine away for some salvation
outside this prison you've declared
but when you try to pull back the curtain
you turn around and the fear is there
You turn around and the fear is there
Oh...

Recluse in suffering, seeming never ending
Take up that lantern, let it light your way
let it warm the shadows of your discontented heart
Lead you through valleys to a brighter day

You've been yearning after empty salvation (empty salvation)
see now this freedom that has been declared
don't be afraid to tear that curtain down (tear that curtain down)
so turn around because love is there (turn around)
so turn around because love is there (turn around)
so turn around because love is there

(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)
Track Name: By the River
7.By the River

The wandering path by the river is where I try to meet you
every Sunday after the bustle has died away:
all the bows and the beards all the clean shaven Christians
and outrageous believers who wander in and out unheard

I look for signs everywhere, but I'm not an interpreter
Visions of the every day while I wait:

Near the bodiless horses reading words across the river
the ice flows collide and crackle like glass, like wind chimes -
There you are, I've been waiting
Hold my hand, walk awhile before the fog rolls in

All the bows and the beards all the clean shaven Christians
and outrageous believers who wander in and out unheard...


(written and performed by Brittni Carey: worn souls © 2014)