You Are The Sea

by Caleb Winters

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Check out "You Are The Sea", featured on BlogTO's "The Neighbourhood Mixtape"!

www.blogto.com/music/2012/01/the_neighbourhood_mixtape_always_in_season/

Also, the album is featured on THE iNDiE MACHiNE

www.theindiemachine.com/2012/02/22/new-release-caleb-winters-you-are-the-sea-ep/

"Once, in a location very much like the one you used to vacation to, there was a shore, very much like the one you left behind in your childhood. Four hundred and forty feet out in the water, a wave travelled along, gliding through the air. “What a pleasure to be alive,” thought the wave, “I can feel the gravel beneath my feet, and it feels fine. I can see the sky above my head, and it seems sweet. Yes, life is a treat.” He tossed around for a while, enraptured by the intense joy found in being fully alive. As he explored the world around him, he stopped for a second to contemplate what the future might hold for him.
“I am happy now, but what of later? What happens when I move farther along?” He tried jumping, and after a few tumbles, got the hang of it and threw his head far enough out of the water to see the future before him. He was terrified, and expressed his rapidly accelerating fear to all who would listen:
“The shore is approaching! Our bodies will break on gravel beds without a gravestone to speak: All we’ve known, all we’ve learned; all lost today!” Another wave who had been traveling along, blissfully bathed in the sheer joy of life, turned his ear to hear what his companion had to say. After listening for a while, the second wave decided to speak his part: “Oh my dear brother why can’t you perceive; you’re not a wave, you’re a part of the sea.”

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released 07 January 2012
Written by Caleb Winters*
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Brandon Pero at the Overload Studio
Produced by Brandon Pero and Caleb Winters
Caleb Winters - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Synths, Drums and Percussion
Dustin Wood - Bass
Jon Winters - Bass
Erik Zurowski - Bass and Album Artwork Lettering
Cory Adrian - Bass, Electric and Acoustic Guitars and Backing Vocals
Matt Eeuwes - Violin
Jessie Blackman - Backing vocals
Nate Mills - Backing Vocals
Jared Henriques - Whistling
Tim Batty - Voice Clips (Small Talk)
Donna Winters - Voice Clips (Small Talk)
Caleb Crowe - Voice Clips (Small Talk), Co-Lyricist (What We Call Love, You Are The Sea, On An Elephants Back)

Album Artwork- Caleb Crowe and Ross Zurowski (primarily Ross though. Check his portfolio on RossZurowski.com )

*Every Thought A Thought Of You originally written by mewithoutyou. Used with permission.

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Track Name: What We Call Love
I’m merely dust off of the ground –
composed of nothing more
than particles, chemicals, bones and flesh
and yet you dwell within my core
and it’s hard to focus on how small I am
staggered by how big you are
Yet I still seek myself and I self-destruct
so self-absorbed that I’ve become drained.
Is there a cure for being sick of an existence so mundane?
My eyes aren’t satisfied with the prettiest of sights
and my ears forget what they hear.
My bones are rotting and I am hollow.
I am longing for a feel real human moment.
I’ve thought of knocking on your door
but I’m too scared to leave my own home.
I may be terrified
but you are bold.
So... seal my mind to your silent mouth,
and the noises that it makes,
so I can hear what we call love,
what we call joy, what we call God.
Oh, how we move when you’re in our hearts,
when your love is spilling from our lips, and
flooding the desert in our throats.
Track Name: You Are The Sea
Your soul never learned how to swim.
Its got water-wings for its best friends.
But nothing could drown out the noise
that it made in my heart as it floated around in the ocean
contained in your eyes.
On the nights when you cry, it’s like a piece of it flushes away.
The tears claw away at your cheeks and cling tight to your chin for dear life without a choice but to let go...
Descending to a puddle on the floor,
and then evaporating into the air
in an overcast atmosphere,
recycled and rained down again.
And I know that you’re worried, I know you’re concerned,
but just know that you’re not alone in the fight.
Even when your so full of sorrow
and you feel like you’re going to die.

You’re not a wave, you are the sea. And don’t you make a fast from this feast!

The letter, a vowel by name, explained to the alphabet:
“Thank you but I’m moving on.
It’s hard news to take but it’s true,
that I’d rather be on my own without any of you.”
And as he walked out of the door,
the consonants barely could write out a line anymore.
The sentences broke down and cried,
they could barely articulate how they were feeling inside.

You’re not a wave, you are the sea! And don’t you make a fast from this feast!

To have life, to feel the dirt under my feet!
From blissful to wondering, heard his brother shriek:
The shore is approaching! Our bodies will break
on gravel beds without a gravestone to speak!
All we’ve known, all we’ve learned, all lost today!
The second wave breathed in and started to say:
Oh my dear brother why can’t you perceive;
You’re not a wave, you’re a part of the sea!
Track Name: Bare Trees
With words and flesh, possessed the land
she classified it bleak.
As red dead things hover in the sky
basks in a monologue, it’s overcast,
a drowned out swamp is
so far from ‘the truth’, she wonders why.

She condescends to where it is I question,
It’s like she has a lack of willingness to be human with me.

Synapses fire between the wires,
a mouth begins to speak
Barely a wind against the grave;
highlights and underlines, so well rehearsed
I speculate if
there’s truly something inside to save.

She condescends to where it is I question,
It’s like she has a lack of willingness to be human with me.
“It’s so hard to stay enthusiastic,”
It’s like she has a lack of nerve to speak a word of truth to me.

“I feel like there’s more to what you’re saying”
It’s like she has a lack of willingness to be human with me.
"Give it time and it will grow"
She pretends she can even know
Metaphors and cold analogies

Barren seeds rolled off her tongue
on a field bought with a kiss,
then sold for a friendship
or whatever it was

Toss and turned in my sheets that restless night, and despite a lack of sleep
I drove with speed, I feared I’d burn alive as that craving sparked and grew within. We past the storefront on the street, I heard you speak, “They make me sick”, your words a noose around humanity. I wasted so much time with pen and ink, I think I’ll set ablaze that withered garden with the scorn I feel.
Track Name: Small Talk
I can’t avoid this overwhelming feeling
as we pass before we even say goodbye:
That as we’re speaking out of habit with a smile
our throats are slowly turning sore from breathing out a lie.
So are we really good?
Track Name: On An Elephant's Back
If you’re growing tired of waiting here
and if you have no place to stay
then I’ll be your home
If your words get lost and wander through the air
I still adore your honesty.
The sounds inside your breathing
swiftly reach my ear
they travel through my brain
through memories I can’t explain
and I assure you that I understand
But neither one of us can know.
Can I think things through from another mind?
Can I view the world with different eyes?
Can I feel things as you feel them,
and act upon them without reason?
Oh there’s such strength in us - and yet none at all
it’s like we’re ants that are being carried on an elephant’s back.
But as our earthly bodies are wasting away
There is still a hope that I cannot portray.
I see it in our striving
and I often ask myself
if the words inside our speech
can hold the weight of what we mean
when all else fails, we’ll dwell within the silence of our lungs
and we’ll simply breath.
Can I think things through from another mind?
Can I view the world with different eyes?
Can I feel things as you feel them
and act upon them without reason?
We keep on fighting chains that we can’t break
and fleeing feelings we can’t shake.
And I’m convinced that we’ll remain this way
but time goes slow while counting down
Track Name: Unending Dialogue
Well it’s hard when these things make sense in my own mind
and I want to tell to tell you but you’d rationalize it;
cram your fingers in the holes
and tear them wide and remain cold.
Cause I depend on these blankets to keep me warm.
I’d rather not step out my front door…
walk back and forth these aimless streets
so full of movement - but it’s all scenery
in a line that I can’t read.
You drew a picture I can’t see.
I know not all things can be said so I keep these thoughts locked in my head,

and I hope that someday they escape before they decay, as I guard the door.

Am I only made of what of what I know?
Am I only worth the things I sow?
Am I a bare tree longing for the sun
whose roots can’t seem to feel the soil?
This stillness brings me such despair,
It begs for movement in December air.
When I wonder if I really know the truth.

I hope that someday they escape, before they decay, as I guard the door.

As my mouth is spilling me again, it is a privilege to call you friend
I cannot help but wonder why you bother
would you forgive me, for what I’ve done - or the lack of what I’ve done;
cause I indulge but I hold back - yet I’m not surprised
because unfortunately it’s my very nature.

So I wont plead, I won’t make excuses
and by your grace we’ll keep moving along
in unending dialogue, side by side,
without skill or knowledge and without this pride.