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Volume Two - Flamingo

by Royal Holland

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1.
The Grave 04:16
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.
2.
Flamingo 05:08
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.
3.
Holy Moses 03:49
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
4.
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
5.
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.

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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
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Paper Sculpture by Jessica Wolf
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Photo of Royal by Nikki Murray
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Royal Holland Dayton, Ohio

Dreamy Synth Folk Rock songs about loss and love.

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