Volume Two - Flamingo

by Royal Holland

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The second volume of a planned three releases mapping the beginning of Royal Holland.

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released June 30, 2015

Recorded & Produced by Brian Olive at The Diamonds
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Performed by Royal Holland
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Backing Vocals on ‘The Grave’ by Wonky Tonk
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Backing Vocals on ‘These Mundane Lives’ by
Jennifer Sullivan and Tom Willis
Copyright © 2015 Royal Holland. All Rights Reserved.

Paper Sculpture by Jessica Wolf
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Photo of Royal by Nikki Murray
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Dreamy Synth Folk songs about love and loss.

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Track Name: The Grave
I’m just hanging out, watching as the time slips off the clock.
Wondering if it’s going to stop.
Days keep floating by, full of minutes that are never quite on time,
That stack themselves into a life.

But is it long enough?

So, Vega save me now, ‘cause I’m not sure that I remember how,
And I’m folded in half.
So, lay your body down and make your sacred vow to cover me.
I think that’s all I really need.

But is it strong enough?

I was busy staring in the void.
Someone said you were looking for me.
I’m just scraping by day after day,
seeing if there’s anything worth to save.
Falling from the cradle to the grave,
Death’s just there waiting anxiously for me.
Track Name: Flamingo
Wingspan the size of a ghostly corpse.
Swoop overhead.
Flamingo

You’ll not be tamed by our mockery.
Beast of the wild.
Flamingo

Oh how we nullify the greatness you comprise,
By caricature.
Flamingo

Fly over me, wail out your decree.
Never let me be.
Flamingo

We pile on all of this, so we can keep forgetting,
That we’re frail and ill equipped for these lives we’re barely living.
So, never let me be, remind me of the killing;
That beast inside of me that flies free if I’m willing.

And I’m willing.
Track Name: Holy Moses
It was a pretty cool day for the middle of August.
Crowd making way like a sea we were parting.
As you pulled me through you still wouldn’t answer why.
Your sad sad mind, it kept on darting, my darling,
To and Fro

I haven’t figured it out, but I think that I’m learning.
Passing thoughts through the air like a bush we were burning.
You pointed at me and gently tugged my tie.
You said it was not for me to question why.
Your smokey ghost eyes, they kept on darting, my darling,
To and Fro
Track Name: Polaroid Blues
Capturing light to calm the nerves
Dusk's fingers, less than she deserves
Slinking around her lines and curves
I see something developing
A haze that covers everything

There goes my baby, nothing to lose
Except for maybe her Polaroid blues
And on and on

Machine to capture images
Dream rife with tinted visages
Of beauty transformed by the lens
I see something developing
A haze that changes everything

There goes my baby, nothing to lose
Except for maybe her Polaroid blues
And on and on

She's looking pretty good to me
Track Name: These Mundane Lives
My tears are engineers they're working overtime
They're making metal gears and forcing them in line
They're making catalogs of parts that fit the parts that don't fit anything

My tears are soldiers fighting on a foreign soil
They've taken casualties, they've seen enough of war
They're reading letters from their girls back home and smoking cigarettes

My tears are sailors and they sail away from me
They're sailing out to see it's where they long to be
Yet somedays I can still hear them gather on the deck and sing

Oh, blessed morning, oh, blessed evening come
We'll sail the stormy gale and sleep when the day is done
The ocean's majesty is evident with every tugging of the tide, but
Our greatness is hiding within our mundane lives.