A Star is Formed

by Dark Globes

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released December 21, 2012

Dark Globes is William Neylon (guitar, vocals), Christopher Gilbert (keys, bass, additional vocals) and Patrick Conway (guitar)

Written by William Neylon with additional arrangement by Patrick Conway and Christopher Gilbert.

Produced and recorded by Christopher Gilbert.

Art by Patrick Conway.

Bandcamp Graphic Design by Christopher Gilbert

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Dark Globes Chicago, Illinois

William Neylon is born screaming hellfire in a Chicago hospital, Mayday 1987. Somewhere in a lavish greenroom across the country, Bob Dylan is pouring over the arrangement of "Shenandoah" that will eventually become a highlight of his least successful album of the decade. Michael Jackson ponders buying the Elephant Man's bones, and Nick Drake has been a ghost for 13 years. ... more

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Track Name: A Star is Formed
I went out last night and fired a .22 rifle
at the sky to celebrate
and see if I could make it past
all the light pollution in this state

it was a clear late summer sky and I was alone
but inside I could hear a heart beat
and knew that I would soon
have another soul to love and keep

I went out last night and fired a shot in the dark
and asked if I could sometime see you
ignoring all that passed
when the darker thoughts absorbed my mind

and then

a star was formed
swirling in the center of a cosmic storm
a child was born
screaming on the porch-steps of an August door.

the feeling has passed and and I am back inside
my fingers shaking, I lie down
avoiding contact with the mirror
my eyes trace on the ground

an hour goes by and I am so ashamed
I should be saying prayers for you
but waking seems so hard
when my daydream-self won't have to move

then the feeling has passed and thoughts turn back inside
I try and fail to explain
exactly what I meant
when I said "I owe you all this pain"

and then

a star was formed
swirling in the center of a cosmic storm
a child was born
screaming on the porch-steps of an August door.

a star was formed
swirling in the center of a cosmic storm
a child was born
screaming on the porch-steps of an August door.
Track Name: Chicago '22
doves won't go
hostas grow
in the land that was my father's
cold and gone beside my brothers
this war is right
this war is right
we picked a side

you held my name
through the flames
and though I could never thank you
name my son but never tell him
i'm still alive
i'm still alive
because you picked a side

Chicago
in twenty two
in a land of endless promise
drive a traincar and have ten children
my conscience died
my conscience died
when I picked a side
Track Name: Bakelite
my heart is built of bakelite
my heart is built of bakelite
my heart is built of bakelite
it'll stay under the ground a million years
my heart is built of bakelite
it don't bend and it don't break and it don't shear

my eyes are like a stoplight
my eyes are like a stoplight
my eyes are like a stoplight
they go red and i slow down and check the mirrors
my eyes are like a stoplight
they flash pictures in the dark of faces feared

my brain it's just a beehive
my brain it's just a beehive
my brain it's just a beehive
honeycombed and sickly sweet but still austere
my brain it's just a beehive
full of drones that hum and buzz till i can't hear
Track Name: Feast Day
relapsed catholic lights another candle
to a so-so saint, his date is on the mantle
it's a feast day
feast day

German pipes play ancient holy tunes
while I dream green and golden in the pews
of stained glass demons writhing at my feet
and marble Christs which drown beneath the sea
of time that spins like sand between your toes
where no one mourns the sun when it explodes

but awake, ye drunkards, and weep
for the Lord has witnessed your sleep

German pipes play ancient holy tunes
while I dream green and golden in the pews
of curses carved in branches of the trees
and trash that swims in rain along the street
of endless escalators towards the clouds
where virgin girls scream holy fire out loud

but awake, ye drunkards, and weep
for the Lord has witnessed your sleep