ARG museum.
The Earthly Frames are a one-man-band from Maryland.
Good as Gold from Earthly Frames, Volume 1
Are we still awake?
There’s some things I have to say…
‘Been thinking about what’s at stake
Hear me and decide, then we can say at least we tried.
Don’t know how we hide, look out the window - you can’t deny
As this house settles into stone it’s like a solider who’s coming home
I don’t think it’ll stand ‘till we’re old and that’s when you say ‘We’re good as gold’
For years every step outside, seemed a trap.
Every telephone ring a chance to snap.
But I hope you know you’re my way back.
And of course you’re so very right, for you to question my second sight
What good is it just to see only misstep and misery?
Hear me and decide, then we can say at least we tried.
Don’t know how we hide, look out the window - you can’t deny
As this house settles into stone it’s like a solider who’s coming home
I don’t think you can stand me ‘till we’re old and that’s when you say ‘We’re good as gold’
Pike from Earthly Frames, Volume 1
The sand-light plays the wrecking ball to the timeline.
Was it last rights or only shades confirmed?
I know now what I seek to see
Tripping, trapped along the long wadi
Right now, I hear you call from the dead sea
So you tell me if this be heresy
My son, my son, my holy ghost,
the moonlight sand - our only host.
I know now what I seek to see
Tripping, trapped along the long wadi
Right now, I see you crawl from the dead sea
So you tell me if this be heresy
Look Out from Earthly Frames, Volume 1
It’s been clear for years
but we’ve kept up appearances
Caught you pining to hear
the line’s interferences
You’re a million miles away
Who you looking out for?
Who you looking out for?
It’s nothing, it’s no one, you say
Who you looking out for?
Who you looking out for?
I cracked open the lock
that sealed your nothings away
I’d thought I’d take stock
of what these relics portray
I show you the note, you sway
It’s nothing, it’s no one, you say
You’re a million miles away
You fading more each day
You were missing from sleep
should be used to your disappearances
Just what is you seek?
in the crawl space’s clearances
What voice causes you to stray?
It’s nothing, it’s no one, you say
You’re a million miles away
You fading more each day
Who you looking out for?
Who you looking out for?
