Clarity

by Sons Of Nothing

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"Original flights of spacey prog-pop."
-Bill Frost, Salt Lake City Weekly

"A perfect mix between melodic rock of the classic kind and progressive rock."
-Gabor Fabian, Strutter Magazine

"It's like Marillion and Guided by Voices jamming in Syd Barrett's basement after listening to the Rush catalog."
-Tommy Hash, YtseJam

"Varied and theatrical songs...dark and brooding, but with a glimmer of hope. SoN have taken their influences and modernized them to fit their own experience and personalities."
-Andrew Glassett, SLUG Magazine

Making Of Clarity blogs:
sonsofnothing.com/Story/134
sonsofnothing.com/Story/135
sonsofnothing.com/Story/138
sonsofnothing.com/Story/142
sonsofnothing.com/Story/144
sonsofnothing.com/Story/154
sonsofnothing.com/Story/161

credits

released July 4, 2006

produced and engineered by Matt Meldrum
written and arranged by Bowers / Campbell / Hollinger / Meldrum

Thom Bowers - vocals, bass, percussion, FX
Daryn Campbell - drums, percussion
John Flanders - saxophone, flute
Tim Hollinger - vocals, guitars, juno synth
Juli Holt - vocals
Matt Meldrum - vocals, guitars, mandolin, keyboards, percussion, FX

Doran "Fozz" Barton - soliloquy on "Juneau"
Rick Emerson - Pander 103 DJ

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Sons Of Nothing Los Angeles, California

Singer-songwriters Thom Bowers & Matt Meldrum (along with an ever-growing roster of friends and collaborators) make music that bridges the gap between pop-rock punch and art-rock extravagance.

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Track Name: Snapshot
don't ask me why I think it's gonna be all right
too many years I've wasted hiding from the light
but I've got a snapshot and it shows me what I missed
this is who we really are and this is how it is

caught in the flash of some divine epiphany
one luminescent view of how this life could be
completely unexpected dose of clarity

floating in the moment
glory in the moment
keep me in the moment

times like these are remedies
but they never last
no matter how I try to bring them back
freeze the answers in my mind
somehow they always slip and melt away
in the light of day

dont' ask me why I think it's gonna be all right
I can't explain or justify this second sight
but I've got a snapshot now to send me on my way
I won't be ashamed to put this optimism on display

floating in the moment
glory in the moment
snapshot of the moment
Track Name: The Midas Touch
how come nothing I touch ever turns to gold
and everything works better in my mind
I see them living their lives on the other side of the road
but when it comes to living mine I turn up blind

should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go

when I close my eyes it flashes by
all the circumstance and fame
it belongs to the mind of a little child
who tried to look to the future to see his name
he saw it up in lights
saw it in the pages of magazines
saw it on the lips of adoring fans
saw it emblazoned across the screen

the vision seems to fade in the haze
of a smoky motel room
always wanted to make my mark on the future
but the future seemed to arrive too soon
I try and contemplate how the childhood notion
can be revived
the claim to fame that was uprooted
by the instinct to survive

should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go

how come nothing I touch ever turns to gold
when everything was coming up roses years ago
I've become an extra in a story no one ever told
a springtime legacy that was buried in the snow
Track Name: Nowhere To Go
maybe if you thought about the people
that you leave in your wake
there would be a way to realize
what you've stolen

maybe if you considered giving
more than you take
there would be a way to learn
from your misfortunes
do you think no matter what it would have been this way
the inevitable story attached to your name
no, no, no, no, no
it could have been so different but you'll never know
you have nowhere else to go

maybe if you weren't too frightened
to admit to your mistakes
no one else would have to
do your thinking for you

maybe if you took back the promise
that you intend to break
no one else would have to
battle their way through

did you really think it wouldn't turn out this way
knowing every step you've taken and every word you say
now you know there's always something left to lose
did you think if you disappeared you wouldn't have to choose
now you'll never know
oh you'll never know

it could have been so different but you'll never know
sold out by feelings you were too afraid to show
wandering in circles and you'll never find a home
there's nowhere to go
Track Name: Clarity
it's four o'clock in the morning
I really couldn't tell you what I'm watching on TV
could be an ad for a set of ginsu knives
could be a static multi-colored screen

a cornucopia of disturbing concepts
fills my brain while I'm reclined
I would gladly welcome the respite
of an uncluttered mind

in a couple of hours I'll be on my way
to fight my way through another carbon-copy day
I'll go through the motions 'till I'm motionless
or until I don't have to stay

round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody seems to know

do you ever feel this way
or am I the only one to waste away the day
if you could only see inside my mind you'd say
that it was just about to stray

if I could only concentrate
if I could only escape this catatonic state
it seems I'm looking at things through a clouded glass
and I can't keep anything straight
I hope there comes a day when I will feel no disarray
and I'll be able to see the layers peel away
to reveal some kind of clarity

Oooh, Clarity

feeling used up
feeling washed up
feeling bottled up
feeling tightened up
gotta lighten up
because I'm frightened out of my mind
I'm wandering the world half-blind
stepping across the street
Track Name: Mr. Serious
a cold dim flourescent morning in the 21st century
an eyeblink in the slow demise of shared reality
mr serious plants his flag and lets the trickle-down karma fly
and all the way to the roof of the world you hear his mighty cry

the truth is a virus

every day is april fool's
every night is halloween

dancing on the fault lines
heavy water runs through his veins
always been of two minds
always felt a little strange

joyous and pathetic and he won't let go
he's breaking out in hives
he don't need the chemicals no more
he's tripping on the truth of the times

the truth is a virus

every day is april fool's
every night is halloween
for mr serious

a cold dim flourescent evening in the 21st century
the heartbeat between how it is and how it used to be
mr serious paints his flowers and waits for the moon to rise
karaoke calls him out
gonna spill his guts tonight

the truth is a virus
Track Name: Solitary World
objects in space
ripples and waves
the fact of them speaks to me
so far so deep
look underneath
a sea of tranquility

don't be so quick to curse the darkness and the cold
the early silence is a home sweet home

all alone is all we've known
solitary world
no one's pride is justified
solitary solitary world

alien skies
splinter the eyes
louder the freedom rings
lost in the blue
from this point of view
we can see everything

if there's no grand design and nothing we do matters
then the only thing that matters is what we do

all alone is all we've known
solitary world
no one's tried to get inside
solitary solitary world
Track Name: W04
cry if you want to
cellophane and see-through
faith somehow has lost you
no wonder why it pales you

now as my contempt grows
minds too thin and narrow
follow where the wind blows
free to let your fear flow

thumb your nose at reason
twisting your perception
blind to all compassion
silence your redemption

ignorance an excuse
only for the obtuse
as you search for
one more enemy

this world's a sad fucking place
understanding so unreal
value knowledge as a sideshow
a circus freak's appeal
as my mind starves for a form
of intellectual fray
just forget your need to scream
and do everything they say
once I believed 'twas important
to be seen and heard
now I could not care
just refuse to feel

we'll do no better
taking pen to paper
drinking poison liquor
and shooting up

for there is nothing that I own
not my body nor my soul
given away long ago
for some trinkets mud and stone
will the bullshit ever end
can we even just pretend
that we care about the future
and tip the scales again

oh I'm so fucking sick of you
so so fucking sick of you
Track Name: Saving Grace
got a feeling
a stain that keeps on growing
despite the pain of knowing
the future cannot change the past

doesn't matter
we let our dreams deceive us
our memories won't leave us
even the best ones hurt so bad

we're running away
running yesterday's race
running away
looking for a saving grace

in the morning
we try to fix what's broken
disown the words we've spoken
pretend we see through clearer eyes

doesn't matter
we're addicted to the misery
the definition of insanity
we never seem to realize

we're running away
running yesterday's race
keep running away
we end up in the same old place
waiting on a saving grace
Track Name: Visiting Mussolini
every time this happens
like some recurring dream
I never see it coming
and it's so hard to believe
that I'm on the island again
visiting mussolini

he doesn't seem the villain that he's made out to be
always has a sympathetic ear
I tell my tale of woe and he offers his advice
and everything seems perfectly clear

he says
"here we are in our exile
and we can't recall our crime
better just forget her, son
she'll do it every time
she did the same thing to me"

that's what I find disturbing about this situation
it ought to be a punishment but it feels more like a vacation
and that seems to suit me
visiting mussolini

I think about my choices and I think about my blood
try to read the story in the patterns
clearly I deserve this and I need to find out why
but mussolini laughs at me for thinking that it matters

"here we are in our exile
and we can't recall our crime
better just forget her, son
she'll do it every time
she did the same thing to me"

mussolini disagrees about prophecy and destiny
he calls it pointless fantasy just swimming in my head
at his time in history he didn't have my luxuries
no desert island discs
no all-time Top Five
no navel-gazing trepverter
it was enough to be alive

to be alive

then the moment passes
and my clarity is gone

the sun is high
the sea is warm
but the comfort's much too cold
can't get past the shifty source
of what I'm being told
it makes no sense to me
visiting mussolini

and all that I can think about
is how I must get back
but somewhere deep inside I know
it's never gonna last
'cause every time this happens
every time that I'm set free
I end up visiting mussolini

I never see it coming
and it's so hard to believe
that I'm back again
this island welcomes me