Pincushion (4 Track EP)

by Clint Nolan

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This is my 4-track solo debut EP featuring Chris Picha.
Also available on iTunes, Google Play, and Amazon

Acknowledgements:
To Mom, Lisa, Caitlyn, Morgan, and Tristen: Without your limitless love, belief, and encouragement, this project would not have been possible. To Chris and Melissa Picha: You are together a beautiful model of what is best in life. Chris, man, what can I say that hasn't already been said? To Greg Maddox and John Stak, for the late-night comedy/philosophy jams and constant feedback along the way. To G. Edwin Taylor, For your visual inspiration and being one hell of an outstanding individual. To Jai Kim, A true friend who is always there to help out in a clutch.

IN SILENT WORDS is dedicated to the memory of John P. Nolan.

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released March 11, 2014

Written and mixed by Clint Nolan
Performed and produced by CN and Chris Picha

Artwork, "A Deserving Victim" by G. Edwin Taylor, used with permission. gedwintaylor.com

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Moody and intense songwriting; lyrical storytelling; soaring operatic vocal melodies and harmonies; introspective art-metal. Enjoy!

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Track Name: Pincushion
PINCUSHION
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)

An all too familiar scene
self loathed, beaten down, and atrophied
your tear stitched smile is what gave it away

rise up and die again
douse the fire in your eyes

"a better day", you feign recall
you dream their dreams, you chase their goals
who did you allow to take it away?

rise up and die again
douse the fire in your eyes
take the needle deep inside your soul
give it all away, you're a pincushion

forget the love, forget the hate, forget your fine-tuned apathy
anger, oh sweet anger is the way

rise up and live again
light the fire in your eyes
take the needle from inside your soul
take it all back, you're no pincushion
Track Name: We, Devices
WE, DEVICES
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)

The device will now awaken
to perform without mistaking
to go on without forsaking its scripted, routine plan
it boots up from its slumber
to shine its digits under,
and in between the numbers
its diagnostics pass

traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class

on reaching the objective
with the focal hub connective
it executes directives; compliant and detached
when the devices sense emotion
our machine upgrades its version
"distract it with diversion, keep production at a max"

traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class

the device reroutes with confirmation
back into its docking station
shuts down til it reawakens to function once again

traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class
Track Name: In Silent Words
IN SILENT WORDS
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)

I never understood, what else did you need?
Why did you turn your face to the warm summer breeze?
And I don't know who moved, was it you or me?
I guess it doesn't matter much, cuz now we're here.

We watched the clock tick down on us that day
In silent words that had too much to say

Eleven hundred miles that wore down your soul.
Then something brought you back where the cold wind blows.
With lips that just can't express what you're feelin'.
Now there isn't time for words, just time to heal.

I watched the clock tick down with you that day.
In silent words I reached for more to say.

I'm countin' every breath with a childish will
Until the moment stops and the clock stands still
An image burned in my mind for the days to come
The silent words remind me to live until I'm done.

I'll watch the clock tick down another day.
In silent words with nothing more to say.
I'll watch the clock tick down another day.
In silent words with nothing more to say.
Track Name: Revolution
REVOLUTION
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)

Their feeble minds instruct me what to do.
Their shriveled hands controlled my every move.
A lifeless stare encrypts my thoughts, my heart.
Dismantle me and take my soul apart.

Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.

They make the claim they have superior minds
And when I speak, I'm hushed because I'm "blind" (so blind)
Whisper dreams to take the real away.
Logic stored until another day.

Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.

Arise, you sleeper, from your bed of nails
Their day eclipses and their plans will fail.
The upright man will know he holds they key.
Right where you stand, here is eternity.

Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.