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Hourglass

by Builder of the House

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philmutable First track absolutely sums up new age, such very witty lyrics and infectious beat, they must have been so little boy pleased when they got this down, and the rest of the album just insists on keeping your smile.
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1.
This body that I inhabit seems to feel like my true self But that ain’t right, no that ain’t right I never met the landlord cause we both keep to ourselves But you know what I heard? I heard he is somethin’ else My roommates won’t keep quiet always singing in my head One day we’ll get evicted and the songs will come to an end But I’ll find a new life, yeah cause I was just renting I've been feelin' like a puzzle piece with edges that have worn away Gotta space to fill, but I can easily slip away Everyone around me seems to know how to play the game So what's the matter with me? Why can't I do the same? Tryin' to make a record of the thoughts streaming through my head Words only work if they are said But the younger generation doesn't understand a word I say So what's the use? They only speak in acronyms I’ve been searching for some meaning I can feel deep within my bones It is lost to me, but somehow the marrow knows I should probably surrender and accept who and what I am Just a drop in a pool, but I make the pool less shallow So just sit back, relax, have a drink with me old boy To the end of the world, to the end of the world It’s gonna be a while til’ we all meet up again Cause there ain’t no hourglass, no, there is only sand
2.
Trespassers 04:33
Maria take my hand as we cross this desert land and may god be with us to the promised land Knowing not what will come beneath the warm Sonoran sun, maybe peace maybe death maybe both Maria don’t look home, the only place we’ve ever known, close your eyes and see that we are not alone I don’t know which is worse repeating the same sad verse, or abandoning the old familiar song God show us the place where we belong You drew a line on paper neighbor, but the boundaries they mean nothing to the soul Smell of blood in the sand from the cartel’s reprimands, oh the ground it aches and moans it aches and moans Southern wind tells a tale with a liquor-scented gale that says you are not welcome turn around and run Get off my property or I’ll get my gun You drew a line on paper neighbor, but you can’t control the migration of a soul Maria take my hand as we cross the Rio Grande, the north expanse is what my fathers called homeland Fleeing south from the war, now fleeing north from the outlaws, the line has shifted several times within the sand I would love for them to see their callous hypocrisy, squatters sitting on my old man’s property You don’t own what you steal, let alone your neighbor’s yield. We are brothers we are brothers we are I am you, you are me, we’re one fucked up family All God’s children running violently amuck I think it’s time for all God’s children to grow up
3.
On a ship that sailed from Liverpool to Maine Freddy with his dream in tow had plans all arranged The Captain’s log said 1895, the date Freddy brought his wife, a Swedish dame Bertha had three children gave them good Christian names But a name is not enough to keep the dark away If the dead had mouths oh what they would say Oh corpse, sing it loud now Well the best laid plans of mice and men may change Bertha was declared to be completely deranged Away to the asylum where she counts the days Freddy bought a farm and moved away Trying to outrun the devil, but the devil had his way Cause little Al inherited his mother’s pain If the dead had mouths oh what they would say Oh corpse, sing it loud now Well the gods threw back their heads and laughed insane Freddy died a lonely man his family estranged The coroner’s report was put safely away The dream has died and long since decayed A shady plot in Falmouth is what keeps the remains A family reunion in a shallow grave If the dead had mouths oh what they would say Oh corpse, sing it loud now
4.
It’s in the past So please don’t ask She’s not the same But I know her real name If I’m a saint Where’s my prize? And the tragedy They pretended I was family, and I believed Don’t cry, believe me now your symptoms will subside Girl, and everything is gonna be alright, yeah No you’re not gonna die not gonna die, no This too shall pass and then you’ll see I’m right, yeah Oh how right I was in saying that this too shall pass This too shall pass This too shall pass Though you try You can’t relate And though she’s alive It really feels like she died Don’t cry, it’s always darkest right before the dawn Girl, and that which does not kill you makes you strong Yeah, be careful of the tubing in your arms Now, and maybe there’s a reason for this all Reasons for it all don’t quite make sense to me Now where is she Now where is she And the image is burned into my head You squirming in pain in a hospital bed Now someone else is in my stead You may as well be dead And you asked me if I thought you’d die I ran from the room to hide my eyes Now I’m alone to wonder why Why, why, why did you lie? You may as well have died
5.
This body that I inhabit seems to feel like my true self But that ain’t right, no that ain’t right I never met the landlord cause we both keep to ourselves But you know what I heard? I heard he is somethin’ else My roommates won’t keep quiet always singing in my head One day we’ll get evicted and the songs will come to an end But I’ll find a new life, yeah cause I was just renting I've been feelin' like a puzzle piece with edges that have worn away Gotta space to fill, but I can easily slip away Everyone around me seems to know how to play the game So what's the matter with me? Why can't I do the same? Tryin' to make a record of the thoughts streaming through my head Words only work if they are said But the younger generation doesn't understand a word I say So what's the use? They only speak in acronyms Though it appears there’s an end to this story We’re caught in a sphere where the lines have no boundary Time for us to see that there is no break from you to me Oh the tape will run again you’ll see And all of this will come right back around We will repeat I’ve been searching for some meaning I can feel deep within my bones It is lost to me, but somehow the marrow knows I should probably surrender and accept who and what I am Just a drop in a pool, but I make the pool less shallow So just sit back, relax, have a drink with me old boy To the end of the world, to the end of the world It’s gonna be a while til’ we all meet up again Cause there ain’t no hourglass, no, there is only sand

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released April 14, 2015

sonaBLAST! Records

All songs written and produced by Rob Cimitile
Recorded, mixed, and co-produced by Todd Hutchisen at Acadia Recording Company
Mastered by Jack Murray at Odds Are Studios
Artwork by Chicken3000
Photography by Dylan Verner

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Builder of the House Portland, Maine

Builder of the House is an American Folk Pop band comprised of singer and guitarist Rob Cimitile and drummer Elliot Heeschen.

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