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One Left Turn

by Sons Of Nothing

Do Me 05:32
in a molasses sea I scream liberate me your waifish face understands but running with thieves has left me quite out of breath and cut deep scars in our hands thin in the streets we made our feverish stand it was untimely at best but morning in "Munchen" when your fresh out of jail makes you skulk back with the rest Nun Er Ist So Nah "Ouslander Raus! we've come to take back our land" a fearsome, lemming filled horde Rhineland laced with an industrial waste they've come to reap their reward "Only punk kids, don't know where the fuck it begins" businessmen arrested today America, England Ireland, Sweden It's pretty much all the same Nun Er Ist So Nah my vagabond friend takes me by the hand we made some difference today the new generation of peace wielding people mixed with the new generation of hate our attempts with our assorted awareness for what do we think we must fight? drunken we lie in our Ratskeller beds it makes no difference tonight Nun Er Ist So Nah
when the world is going blank slowing down to a crawl you've had all the baths you can usefully take the paper says nothing at all watch the clock, count the moments moving on to 4 pm try in vain to count your blessings feel the malaise drag you in if you could do it all over again what would you decide do you think that there's something out there that's better than life when the salmon of doubt is rising and it sticks to your skin you're growing eyes in the back of your head and you keep on needles and pins do you ever wonder whether you could stand outside yourself someone special, someone real would you rather be someone else when the weather is taking prisoners there's a realization you know in your heart you're gonna live forever can't imagine a worse situation do you ever wonder whether you're gonna pay for the time you stole as you tumble, will you enter the long dark tea time of the soul
Esperanto 04:46
to break free I had to learn another language had to learn to speak in a different frame of mind had to die to what I used to be and leave it all behind I used to live my life for those temporary breathers I would pretend to know what was being said cause everything is easy to talk about once you've decided that you don't care Am I trying to to save the world or do I want to own it? nothing ever changes in my head and whenever I try to explain, they tell me: "you're speaking Esperanto or some language twins teach each other happiness and art don't live together you've gotta choose one or the other" to break free we could lose what doesn't matter dare to be uncool and let it slide but we're so tough and we're so scared we're just waiting to to die am I trying to save the world is it ever worth it the language of hope is running through my head but when I try to speak my mind, they tell me: "you're speaking Esperanto or some language twins teach each other recovering cynic? yeah, whatever don't try to fool fate, my brother" well, I know we're speaking in tounges because I can speak their language sometimes but I can't translate to save my life
Stolen 08:18
how did we ever become so symbiotic, the fact that I don't know you makes no difference to me I felt your pain inside me deafened by your silent screams living your dying takes away part of me I'm not sure how or why your cries caught my attention now I'm left grieving here with no help to give confrontation only saddens I can't believe the cruelty here to force the fear of death on you before you have lived subdued and barely breathing tongue tied and petrified this world's unleashed its grime upon you too soon I take the bruises unseen my spirit, raped, alongside I bleed for every one of you I can't close my wounds who would allow this? don't comprehend how one would peer this total lack of conscience who feeds from others through their fear without redress or remorse unmoved even by her tears who would allow this? please somebody stop this now tied and waiting fearful for time to discontinue now hurting for the hope it won't be too long I grit my teeth in anger as every speeding second closes time drags on through fleeting moments now come and gone sensing your fear if I could break through to reach you I would let you know I'm here so you won't be alone he, in a rush of power felt no one else mattered and that people were mere playthings he could take for his own ...for you...I have few words for you taking power over me...are you amused? if possible you know I would break you as my rage boils...evaporates... I'm left with nothing swirling up through gray layers of sleep I start to wake from a peaceful dream my compehension vague...am I still asleep? now a real sense of fear overtakes me with no thought I do what's ordered me silently begging for someone to notice me I try to scream as I numb to my fingertips a muffled hiccup is all that escapes my lips hoping to faint I swoon with sleep from before my blood freezes as we walk out the front door counting down path lights to the end of the drive could be the last time I count them alive night breeze chills me at the end of the street I glance back at my home...no one's coming after me this can't be happening...I ache from inside now trapped behind a door that doesn't open from inside sleeping homes, silent, as we move past I see Why hasn't someone seen me, please, somebody help me! moving down the hillside I silently pray a breakdown, an accident, something to block our way past the fields, poles, homes into the night all moving so quickly....towards finality street lamps blur against a blackened sky as waves of fear flood hope from my eyes why won't someone tell me? why is time the enemy? I could lay down my life somehow that's not enough from me hit stop, rewind, try it again one left turn, change history why didn't we see? why couldn't we see? someone....knows something.... where are you?
Misery 04:25
feeling's gone I just can't fight it off no more life's wrecking crew with ball and chain at my back door while ecstasy is lying lifeless on my floor Miss Misery is after me and now I know I know now what your life must mean to you it's evident more and more now we're through you were the one to always tell me what to do so tell me now, I've gotta stop this now martyrs never die and some don't even try American reply of piss and pus and apple pie feeling out the past has always made me sore I can repress it but I know I can't ignore that karma's always there to even out the score wish to god I could take back what I know I know now what it costs to turn around gotta find out what I lost before I drown in the bravado and regret with which I'm bound can't make a sound and I can't stop the bleeding this evening will pass across my skin like broken glass then to escape this all at last If I could just get off my ass who do you pay to sing the blues all I ever do is use and lose who do you pay to sing the blues


Originally released on CD in 2003. Remastered in 2012 with bonus track "Govt Machine Boy".

Blogs from the making of OLT:

“SoN kaleidoscope Rush and Blue Oyster Cult at their most prog-demented, then go out California-strummy.” - Bill Frost, Salt Lake City Weekly

“These five songs pack a lot of punch...the highlight is the chorus of 'Esperanto', which the band members harmonize to perfection.” - Jason Starr, Summit Daily News

“The song 'Stolen' is like Voivod and Dead Soul Tribe's tour busses crashed together and they formed a band with the remaining members. The emotion and energy here is absolutely perfect!” - Dustin Mitchell, Utah Metal Dot Com


released December 31, 2012

produced by Matt Meldrum
engineered by Matt Meldrum & Toby Seljaas

Thom Bowers - vocals & bass
Daryn Campbell - drums & percussion
John Flanders - flute & saxophone
Tim Hollinger - vocals & guitars
Juli Holt - vocals & soliloquy
Matt Meldrum - vocals, guitars, & keyboards




Sons Of Nothing Los Angeles, California

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

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