Cold Weather Companion

by David Story

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released November 30, 2010

Written, performed, recorded, and produced by David Story.

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Track Name: Clockwork
Long, long ago you fashioned my fate—
Mere efforts could ne’er expiate
The sins of a rogue reprobate.

Walking my line and taking the fall,
And death row is no respite at all—
A fact I can’t seem to recall.

O, there goes my memory again,
Carried off in the wind;
O, it goes like clockwork,
But I can’t forget you.
Track Name: Things Fall Apart
The more you take for granted,
All the more you raise your chances;
The more you hold what you’ve been handed,
The more you leave at stake.
Say a prayer for your protections,
Blow a kiss to your affections,
But the closest of connections
Are the hardest ones to break.

If we could learn a lesson from our hearts
They’d tell our brains that things fall apart.

But oh, I won’t let go—
This won’t be all the love I’ll ever know;
There’s hope within my soul—
This won’t be all the love I’ll ever know.
I’ll ever know…

So I’m laying down my losses
And I’m picking up my crosses
And I’m emptying my boxes
Of the things that fall apart,
Because time reveals the secrets
Of the things that fall to pieces—
Things that damage like diseases,
Dismantling a heart.

But there’s one thing that will never go to waste,
Or need to be replenished or replaced.

Oh, I won’t let go—
This won’t be all the love I’ll ever know;
There’s hope within my soul—
This won’t be all the love I’ll ever know.
I’ll ever know…

Oh, don’t let go—
This won’t be all the love we ever know;
Let hope live in your soul—
This won’t be all the love we ever know.

Oh no, no don’t let go—
This won’t be all the love we ever know;
Just cling to hope with all your soul—
This won’t be all the love we ever know.
We ever know…
Track Name: Our Monochrome World
Here we are, back in our monochrome world,
Where life is a little more restless when you’re hiding from the stars,
And you find you’re a little more anxious when you’re traveling in your car—
So you never travel very far.

Here begins the winter of our spoil and discontent,
Of giving up our properties to the mercies of the sky,
Of coming face to face with our own perfection gone awry—
We’ve only earned the right to die.

All the while, while we’re walking through this achromatic land,
We can’t employ the luxuries afforded by the sun,
And can only watch the drudgeries invade and overrun;
But the war is already won.

Here we are, back inside our monochrome world.
Don’t volunteer your destiny as a means to mortal ends;
If a man would truly love he’d lay his life down for his friends,
And with his death your life begins.
Track Name: Long Way Home
Less we know
For all the whys, for all the wheres we go,
For all the weaknesses we don’t let show,
All the unalighting blame—
Love is just a losing game, or so the story goes.

And lest we be
Deluded by our own dishonesty,
We can only standby helplessly,
Deciphering the message,
Bearing witness to the wreckage as the soil erodes.

Cos it’s a hard thing to come to your senses;
It’s a hard thing to realize what you’ve become.
And oh, I know I’ve been too far gone,
And it’s a long way home.

Breath in bones,
Fluent in fragility and wander-prone;
To the best of my ability I pursue my own,
Propose a toast to my health,
Pay tribute to myself, then realize I’m alone.

Cos it’s a hard thing to come to your senses;
It’s a hard thing to realize what you’ve become.
And oh, I know I’ve been too far gone,
And it’s a long way home.

Every aching hour,
And every mile of road,
Break this feeble fortress down
And bring me nearer home.

Every aching hour,
With every mile of road,
Break this feeble fortress down
And bring me nearer home.

Cos it’s a hard thing to come to your senses;
It’s a hard thing to realize what you’ve become.
And oh, I know I’ve been too far gone.

It’s a hard thing to come to your senses;
It’s a hard thing to realize what you’ve become.
And oh, I know I’m not too far gone,
But it’s a long way home.
Track Name: Je Suis Seul
Once upon a Sunday,
I hopped aboard a train down to París—
A suitcase and a six-string,
A wide-eyed, one-man traveling company.
“Je ne parle pas français.
Parlez-vous anglais, s'il vous plaît? Merci.
O help me, Madame, if you please,
What’s the French for ‘I’m as lonely as can be?’”

Because I’m a wandering soul,
And everywhere I go
I’m only making memories on my own;
So if I’m gonna see the world,
I don’t wanna see the world alone.

Couples, couples everywhere,
Honeymooners as far as the eye can see;
Oh, I beg of you, sweet Mona Lisa,
Send a pretty little fashionista just for me—
Someone to lead me through the Louvre Museum,
Someone to kiss atop the Eiffel Tower.
Oh, I beg of you, my dear Madame,
Grant me this wish if it’s within your power.

Because it’s a mossy world,
And I’m a rolling stone;
I need a cold weather companion of my own.
Because if I’m gonna see the world,
I don’t wanna see the world alone.

Lovers, Messieurs et Madames,
Love each other no matter where you are;
As for me, I’ve seen enough of Paris,
Bon voyage, adieu, et au revoir.

And should we meet again,
You won’t find me alone;
I’m done with making memories on my own.

I can say I’ve seen París,
And now I’m here to tell:
It sucks to be in Paris by yourself.
So if I should someday return,
I won’t return to Paris by myself.
Track Name: February
We’ve been living in the belly of the Ghost of Winter Present,
Where no man escapes, and fools are made of princes, priests, and peasants.
We’re a tree of broken branches set inside a frozen cast,
While we await the Ghost of Winter Come to Pass.

The world’s getting colder,
I’m getting older,
And I need a steady hand to hold—
Someone to keep me warm and calm the stormy sea.

These days are dreary,
These weeks grow weary;
I can’t go along alone, cos February,
Oh, it seems like the longest month to me.

The world’s getting colder,
I’m getting older,
And I need a steady hand to hold—
Someone to keep me warm and calm the stormy sea.

These days are dreary,
I’m so weak and weary;
I can’t go along alone, cos February,
Oh, it seems like the longest month to me.
Track Name: Last Goodbye
It’s been a long, long day,
And the sun sinks slow;
I lay down my weapons,
And I pick up the phone.
The pain in her voice,
The ache in her tone,
Before she is able to get out the words
I already know…

This is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

So I pack up my car,
And I take to the road—
Three in the morning
When I finally walk in the door.
And it’s true what they say—
We notice you more
In all of the places,
In all of the ways we never noticed before.

This is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

And I’m so unprepared,
I’m so lost for words;
Life ain’t always fair,
But death always hurts.

So take your leave,
Go on, bow out;
The world will keep turning,
Though we won’t know why or how.
And we won’t hold you back,
Won’t tether you down,
But you’ve made the world a little emptier
For those of us you leave on the ground.

And this is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

Oh, go lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.
Track Name: The Cask
We stumble in a stupor toward each other,
Feeling forward with our hands;
The darkness sure makes for a lousy cover.
In defiance take your stand.
My darling, we are prisoners of the freedom,
Surrounded by no border or boundary—
No charted line defining our direction,
And therein truly lies the misery.

Oh, and I need something just to make it through...

So pour some whiskey from the cask;
Just a swig is all we ask,
Till the morning comes at last
To lead us home.

My darling, the storm grows unabated,
The tempest howls, the night is waxing long;
We might as well ourselves be satiated;
May I suggest libations and a song?
So lift your voice and sing for us a carol—
Some ancient, cheerful chantey of the sea;
We’ll dance around that sturdy oaken barrel,
Just fill the night with rum and revelry.

O darling, till we safely reach the shore...

Pour some whiskey from the cask;
Just a swig is all we ask,
Till the morning comes at last,
And the storm has come to pass.

Would you leave me in the wake?
Am I a man you would forsake?
With your home and hearth at stake,
Would you squander me away?

When they lay my body down,
When I’m safely in the ground,
Robbed of everything I’ve found,
And all I’ve owned,

Pause a moment, say my name,
Then forget me just the same;
Heaven save my soul
And throw away the bones.

Pour some whiskey from the cask,
Raise your heart and raise your glass,
For the morning comes at last
To lead us home.
Track Name: Spanish Blue
Shall I share a sultry tune,
’Neath the January moon?
Shall we dance and watch
The Spanish hills roll past?

I’ll attempt to tell my tales
With the rumbling of the rails
While the silhouetted mountains
Fill the glass.

Roll we through the midnight hours
Via locomotive power,
And I’m losing count of all the towns we pass.

Shine your bright eyes,
Send their light my way;
You’re to me the breaking of the day.

So I wrote this song for you
In a shade of Spanish blue
From a lonely sleeper car
On a midnight train.

Should it ever reach your ears,
Should it take a hundred years,
Know that life is to be lived
And not explained.

Someday I’ll make it off this train,
With a postcard just for you,
With love from Spain.