The Significance of Being Nothing

by R. Turner

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© Ricky Turner 2012

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released March 30, 2012

Written and recorded by Ricky Turner
Connor Benincasa - Upright bass
Zeno Pittarelli - Cello, backing vocals, drums
Shaye Jennings - Backing vocals
Dave Rydelnik - Trumpet
Mastered by Zeno Pittarelli

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Track Name: O God, Where Do You Hide?
I've spent my entire life
approaching you in different ways
Now I can only think
that I could never be saved
I've been told you died for me,
But if it was for me you died
Where is that everlasting peace?
O my God, where do you hide?

Where do you hide, my love?

I've looked in many churches
but there was no sign of you
I looked behind the pulpit
and I looked beneath the pews
I grew weary in my searching
So I took a look outside
Now my heart is asking sorely,
"O my God, where do you hide?"

Where do you hide, my love?
Where do you hide, my love?
Have I gone blind? Have I lost my sight?
Where do you hide, my love?

It's been said the world is ending
before we make it to next year
Most people don't believe it,
but some people live in fear
As for me, I couldn't care less, no
I won't be picking sides
Wherever you snuck off to, well
I'd like to hitch a ride

Where do you hide, my love?
Where do you hide, my love?
Have I gone blind? Have I lost my sight?
Where do you hide, my love?

I've lost the Holy Needle
In this filthy haystack
Now I've become the prodigal son
And The Weight is breaking my back
If ever you should hear me
with my unsanctified groans
I'm sorry for your ears
I was just looking for my home

Where do you hide, my love?
Where do you hide, my love?
Have I gone blind? Have I lost my sight?
Where do you hide, my love?
Track Name: Cocoon
It's reaching the end of october
and I am still in the dead of NY
My body and mind are unfolding
as if my cocoon had been torn

But being morose is so far out of style
and I am ten years behind
I'm sure by the time I learn to be happy
Sadness will come back with the change of the times

If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
Well, it's times like this when I wish I could see you
A familiar face in the thick of the snow

I've always been a slow learner
but I've been learning how to be alone
No one ever taught me how to be happy
So we'll just have to see how that goes

But being morose is so far out of style
and I am ten years behind
I'm sure by the time I learn to be happy
Sadness will come back with the change of the times

If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
Well, it's times like this when I wish I could see you
A familiar face in the thick of the snow

If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
or something
Track Name: Lemonade Stand Blues
Hey listen kid, you've got your lemonade stand on the wrong street. Don't nobody walk here except for me, and I don't have any money on me...but, I gotta give you credit for doing something I never had the guts to do.

I'm sorry protestors, but you're flaunting your signs on the wrong street. Don't nobody care about equality unless you got some money...but I gotta give you credit for doing something I never had the guts to do.

Oh, honest pastors...you're preaching in the wrong century! Don't nobody care about what you gotta say (they think you want their money). But, I gotta give you credit for doing something I never had the guts to do, which is fighting the good fight even when it seems there's no reason to.
Track Name: Green My Eyes
In the morning I feel far too sentimental for my own taste
My blood begins to run in a slow race
As I fall laughing into this glorious mess I've made
It's a mess that I love
It's a mess I would never ever change
I was becoming numb
Yes, increasingly complacent in my grave,
and though you weren't the one to save me
certainly you brighten up my day

I do remember you
When we were younger
Though we were only friends
I thought you were beautiful back then
Yes, we were only friends
We were only friends
Yes, we were only friends
We were only friends!

And I never would have known
A friend could make me feel like this
I never would have known
I would ever want to kiss you on your mouth
Track Name: Said the Teacher
Everybody's wandering in a circular sort of motion, and while it may be an assumption (you know, I've got mixed emotions), it seems to me a very meaningless world that we live in...although I'm always confusing my cynical thoughts with wisdom.

So I come not as a poet or any sort of writer, not a philosopher or pharisee, no religious terrorizer! No I come as a man with a terrible question in mind: Is every second alive just a miserable waste of our time (though I'm sure all of your answers will truly be a grand waste of mine)?

There was once something greater, yes something infinitely powerful, that would take all my hatred and sadness and cowardice and send them off running, desperate to find an escape! Oh, if I could ever be humble and fall into your loving embrace...is it my pride that is blocking my way to your grace?
Track Name: De Forest and the Invisible Empire
Stirring the air with your breath, you sigh
Floating above the midnight sky
And the world is so full of things nobody hears
But those who hear them are holding them dear'

Your mind is a vacuum for cobwebs and fur
So spit it all out and begin to rebuild
Your old kind of laugh and your sensitive smile
All the things that you lost when you learned how to fight

The debris of our city creeps into our shoes
A glum inspiration for singing the blues
And my friends, they flew south before the first snow
Oh where do they go? Where do they go...

Our lives are a vapor, some might say a shooting star
But one things for certain, and I really don't care who you are
You might get really famous or drive a fancy car
But even the fanciest can only get you so far...

The ghost of a girl drifts along empty halls
Her name carved in the steel on the bathroom wall
It's buried by words that no one should hear
So no one notices her name lingering there

So pack up your things and take a long walk
We'll train our eyes to see and our mouths to talk
And we'll talk and we'll talk to the finest of men
Ones that cherish the moment and never sleep in
Track Name: Peter
Peter, drop your sword!
What are you doing that for?
Maybe if you payed attention,
then you wouldn't be so bored

Peter, follow me
Step out to the sea
Don't you know it's your fear
That's making you sink?

Peter, don't be so cocky
Cause before the cock crows
You'll deny me three times
So, I wouldn't be so sure

Peter, I'll always love you
Track Name: Boiling Frog
You're like a frog
Slowly boiling
So gradual
You don't know you're dying

Until you become like a bird
From prison bars flown!
Into fog
With no way home

Until you're
Totally lost

And you become like a worm
Split in two
You tell yourself
One half will do

Through the dirt
You slowly tread
You hide your hurt
Until you're dead

I am a worm and no man
Track Name: Chemical Imbalance
i've got a chemical imbalance
or so i have been told
well i never knew deseases
could live inside your soul

i'd like to use it as an excuse
to never leave my bed;
to rot away in silence
and live inside my head

but people have their expectations
of what i ought to do
though no one thought to ask me
if i really wanted to (live or die)

well don't i have a right
to be silent?
don't i have a right
to be bored?
don't i have a right
to feel sadness
when the world is so impossibly cold?

but then i got to thinking
about all the people in the world
who never chose their silence
and yet needed to be heard

o, self pity is a harlot
who only asks for time
she will make you feel so special
as she quickly robs you blind

our time, so often wasted
on the nothings that we crave
while the burning prophets wisdom
will be swept into their grave

do we have the time
to be silent?
do we have the time
to be bored?
do we have the time
for self pity
when the world is so impossibly cold?

i've get a chemical imbalance
but i'm not gonna take no pills
there's no time for all my moping
there's no time to remain still

so i will wake up every morning
yes, i will choose to stay alive
because for every day i'm breathing
there's a silence i could find

why should i lay here weeping
when there's so much to be done?
not to bite the hand that feeds you
but to teach it how to love

can you hear the cry
of the silent?
can you hear the cry
of the bored?
can you hear the cry
of the oppressor?
i say the world doesn't need to be cold
Track Name: Into This Furnace
I can never fall asleep
At the same time of the night
and I'll never get up
the same time the next day
Sometimes I can never fall asleep
And sometimes I can never seem to wake

Sometimes I like to see an old couple in love
and sometimes I can't bear the sight
Most of the time I don't like to argue
But sometimes I just need to be right

Sometimes I find it hard to believe in a God
But I know that he understands
And as inconsistent as I tend to be
I know he'll never let go of my hand

Sometimes I want nothing more than to travel the world
But these days, that's been fading away
Cause if I spend all my time exploring the mountains
I might miss a freckle on your face

Out of all these things that I falter so greatly
There's one thing I can fearlessly say:
"Into this furnace I ask you now to venture, you whom I cannot betray." ~ Leonard Cohen