Written in 2005, this bluesy track was one of the more difficult to record, mainly because it employs four different rhythmic tempos. The original 2007 track featured a simple arrangement of only piano and bass by Ric Albano and drums by Ron Simasek. Later, a lead guitar by Erik Trabert was added along with some synthesized orchestration for the Imaginary Lines 33 version in 2009. In 2018, the song was overhauled with new vocals added by Albano as well as a second guitar By Bret Alexander, making this the only song on Imaginary Cube to feature two guitarists. Lyrically, this storytelling song talks of a young romance gone awry due to differing priorities as well as unwise choices which ultimately lead to a tragic ending.
The twelveth track on the album Imaginary Cube, this previously unreleased song was originally composed in 2008.
Listen to the Song:
Composed by Ric Albano on December 19, 2005
From the album Imaginary Cube by Sinclair Soul
Released on July 10, 2024
Musicians
Ric Albano – piano, bass, vocals
Erik Trabert – guitar
Bret Alexander – guitar
Ron Simasek – drums
The twelveth track on the album Imaginary Cube, this previously unreleased song was originally composed in 2008.
Lyrics
Well after midnight and your latest mistake
Tipped-toed through the kitchen
To find that I was awake
Then you spoke oh, so softly
As you tried to explain where you had been
Where have you been?
“Off the side of the road beneath some solitary pine,
On this solitary hillside, doing solitary time”
You assured me that it was just a phase
For you were still young
And you sure were fun
We drifted together into this new grown-up world
I played the cool, grown-up guy
You played the lewd, grown-up girl
But that play soon got redundant
Though not the worst thing that you’d ever do
The worst you’d do…
Was to offer your eminence to those derogatory “friends”
With their derogatory means towards derogatory ends
And a persistent failure to ever grasp
Just where I was coming from
But you sure were fun
How you set aside everything for the next big thing
Coming the next day
Can’t be distracted by your real life
When there’s a fresh occasion to play
(But you can’t see) just how you confound this fool
Your faithful tool, who has dedicated his life
(So you proceed) with the frivolous masquerade
And it all cascades into a moment of strife
Avoidable moment of strife, the demons concealing a knife
That presently cost your life
(This day) when the virtue washes away
And your mood descends to malaise
So you really need to get out (get out!)
You launch some deaf appeals that you’ve got no wheels
So you really feel the need to steal ‘em
In drunken delusion you lifted some keys,
Purged yourself of some fluids
Grouped your way through the trees
Stumbled to that pickup for one final, truncated joy ride
Enjoy the ride!
But as you glide off the road towards large, stationary rocks
Impending your future is stationary in a box
Had you conceived of such atonement
For the way your life was run?
But you sure were fun, yeah you sure were fun
© 2005-2024 Ric Albano and Cygnus Wave Records
Track 13 of 27 from Imaginary Cube by Sinclair Soul (2024)
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