On Departure [EP]

by The Nocturnal Broadcast

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released September 17, 2015

All songs written, performed, and produced by Connor LaCour

Art by Annie LaCour

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Track Name: Why Sing?
In the dead of night,
I was stirred from a dreamless daze.
A songbird serenades
No one, nor anything.

The light has wasted away
And we're aboard that runaway train.
With nothing but the blur all around,
The fog of a ballad grips me.

Why do you stir, Mockingbird?
Why do you stir, Mockingbird?
If you are singing for her, your music cannot be heard.

The moon's upon its throne.
Nocturnal broadcasts whisper on
Of days of yore
With nostalgic idealism.
Time will not yield.
In chaos, I feel most at piece.
For with the tides,
Comes turning, cleansing, changing.

Why do you save your songs?
Why sing when no one's listening?
Do you favor the quiet?
Or does sunny turmoil scare you?

Do you sing 'til you sleep
To drown the screaming silence?
'Cause somewhere in you, you weep.
And no symphony could hide it.

Why do you stir, Mockingbird?
Why do you stir, Mockingbird?
If you are singing for her, your music cannot be heard.

If you are singing for her, your music cannot be heard.
Track Name: Nothing's The Same
The reel's rolled back to the scene
Where I must decided who to be.
Remain, meander, or flee,
The roads, to the same, all lead.

Please don't turn
Please don't run
Don't be the man
Who fears the sun

I'm sorry it's you that I blamed.
I wish that I weren't so afraid.
It's everyday that it rains
That I wish that we weren't estranged.

Please don't turn
Please don't run
Don't be the man
Who fears the sun

As ashes, chaotic, awry,
I'll dry up and float to the sky.
All good things wither and die.
Track Name: The Fall
Last night, I dreamt I was falling down.
At last, my chest grew too small to make a sound.

When I can't be heard
That's when I feel alone
When I can't be heard
That's when I miss you most

In waking, I find myself free from the fall.
But shaken, I wonder, "can I be free at all?"

I'll race until my fears
Grow weary and depart
But the pace has grown severe
For my leaky, bleeding heart

The dreaming is relentless,
Resurfacing every night.
I had another
And you asked my name.
I've settled my mind still.
It begs no more for you to be
The one that hasn't forgotten me.

Last night, I dreamt I was falling once more.
It haunts me, the thought of a shell without a core.

When I can't be heard
My voice a shackled tone
When I can't be heard
I feel nothing but alone.
Track Name: Oh Apathy
I wander meekly barefoot in the snow.
The prickling pins crawl sparking urging through my hollowed bones.
When the future fled me, I'd nowhere left to go.
For Oblivion reigns and all I'm seeking's a semblance of control.

I am pure through and through save the plaguing woe.
No more or less a bag of flesh and bones.

My head's been throbbing from that nicotine withdrawal.
The brightest sun in ages burns the inked up, cluttered pages in their scrawl.
Now the severed ties like phantom limbs reside
In the caverns, ceaseless echoes drip and they dominate my mind.
Oh! Apathy, my cruel companion, author of my time.

I am pure through and through save the plaguing woe.
No more or less a bag of flesh and bones.
I am pure, pointless dust amid the starry night.
But I will shout into the void for all my life.

Now a sinking feeling has got me a bit detached.
I tried to sail from all of this aboard that rotting raft.
I tossed and I turned for weeks alone at sea.
I've fought for nothing but to feel my lungs breathe clean and deep.
Oh! Apathy, you plague me still.
You're deafeningly bleak.

Through the days and the doubts and the chilly nights,
I will try to seek that beckoning beacon of light.

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