The Golden Shore

by We Are The West

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Siren 03:36
You call me your friend in a lonely time again the keys of the accordion in your mind blow out of tune from time to time Find my foolish heart reel it in from the dark the pealing siren on the shore waits for you through the storm —comes to light the way from all this suffering calling you so you won't sail All my dreams have passed the coolest kid in the class the ghost of your best friend calls to you again, You rely on me like a child calling and I say I'm falling but do you catch me?
We lie awake at night totally consumed we lie awake until sunlight fills the room ah! I should have known Ho! land in sight — a golden shore! We like the way we feel blue skies never end we like the days it seems everyone's our friend we hear the way it sounds, we won't disagree we see the way it looks not quite what it seems Ah! I should have known Ho! land in sight — a golden shore!
In a dream time can seem still until you wake and see you're only gaining speed When the headwinds blow the sun's warm glow keeps us going never knowing what the future brings When the sun goes down for me for you the sun's just coming out it's the same as when you're breathing in someone's breathing out When you dream dream a dream of me picture me up on a hill seeing everything When the sun goes down for me for you the sun's just coming out it's the same as when you're breathing in someone's breathing out Someone's breathing in someone's breathing out
Waking up with the sun anchored off the coast of old LA hanging halyards a sky brighter than the sword of old Al the Great drinking hard, seeing double there's nowhere to release I can hardly contain it spewing like the sun in outer space but I keep walking all day On a sea of light burning out of control into another night Bludgeoned birds of a feather circle around the wreck of yesterday but far at sea I see all burdens though none to burden me a simple twist, a fluid motion you slip under the green I can hardly explain it doesn't mean I don't know what I've seen but I keep walking and talking On a sea of light burning out of control into another night it's nothing that you don't know cover me with light I'm burning like I'm petrol I'm a shooting star You're only somebody 'til time goes by darling, you'll go quiet like me to the sea oh, aye! On a sea of light burning out of control I'm a shooting star
At the end of the day he packed up his tools and walked away stepped into the light of an old city center streetlight the sunset on a screen so serene Burning in his brain that old familiar pain rising up again in the final days of men Twisting back and forth he clutched his head he clutched with force to touch again her electric skin or to love in vain and feel no pain My hands have turned to steel a heart of circuitry The future starts today nothing risked nothing gained what have I become? (got to get a lot, get a lot from a little...) What have I become more machine than man? What have I become? I'm more machine than man
Crops 02:36
You left it alone when I kicked you out from the scenes in my home to the one who couldn't decide I'm laid here under the geyser of a heart I'm pulling for you you're letting me know there's nothing to find so what if they were the best that you had? that's nothing to hide So you lied and kicked me out from the tears in your eyes to the one who couldn't afford to lay down under the floorboards of your heart I'm pulling for you you're letting me know there's nothing to find so what if they were the cream of the crop? that's nothing to hide Because you're right in the middle of the station light Yeah, you're right here in the middle of the station light
Please don't stop me I don't know what's happening here heady conversation and it still isn't clear there's a pool of ice melting in the yard we called the cops but they ain't looking very hard Desperation creeps in like a disease over waterways and carried on the breeze see the boats arriving under the sun the same one that saw Sir Francis Drake sailing on Please don't ever wonder why the same things happen every time you go and say I know it well that's just the luck of the sailor In the forests hunters were shooting me down like a unicorn or sasquatch running round tell the suicide it was just a shot of the dark the same one that got Tom Kennedy straight through the heart Please don't ever ask them why the same thing happens every time you go and say I know it well that's just the luck of the sailor
It’s not that far away you can get there by plane and be wherever you want to be any day of the week It’s not that far to go put your car inside a boat and watch the world pass you by anytime you like And when you get there everyone will say, “What brings you back this way?”
I looked over the wall from the bower to the road at a bird flying low everyone comes and they go except me why'd you turn away from me? why is it so confusing? With the turning of the screw someone's calling after you but you don't hear I'm calling out inside of here It's all going to change everything's changing you don't look the same why is it so confusing? You—you sent me out in the cold and I looked over the wall and what did I see? I saw a man in a field digging a hole whispering low
The Watchers 05:39
If I asked would you leave break a trail, raise a sail and set us free? I'll be there foul or fair, you'll see If the wind that blows underneath could lift you out, erase the doubt left lingering why not go? something's got to hold something more than memory When the sun sinks low and the shadows grow silent curtains pulled across the neighbor's window we'll steal away to somewhere we can hide but something's got an eye on me again I saw them lined up on the ridge silhouetted as the fog rolled in high above the treeline looking over the oceanside Father used to tell us stories about the Watchers in the hills he said, “When the sun sinks low and the shadows grow the Watchers show” but nothing seems to happen in this shit town so meet me in the woods by the old station when the sun goes down you start running they keep on coming standing maybe ten feet tall headless horse on hind legs busted from its stall and the lights through the trees maybe they see we ain't got time to worry about these things we're on a mission you hear the ocean breaking like the day breaks everything's in motion If the world could come in between the stars and all the colors of these forgotten dreams then why not us? something's got to hold something's got a hold on me again
In the blink of an eye beneath a soft southern speckled sky tumbling down the road in the back of a lorry load Follow me to the sun your hour of need has begun Drop down line— turn up your face, that's fine you've got visions in your head but you’ve got to deal with this now instead Fortune rains from above to lose is to love all these things you're thinking of go on In the summer when you took my hand sunlight in that golden band and the mirrors in your mind they shine so bright but the sky's the sky and tonight's tonight Holy roads lead you home your hour of need come and gone we'll get there before too long


A sailor sailed
the sea of light
and when night fell
a mission bell
appeared there in his sight

Ring, ring
it called from in the dark
ring, ring
and sing your heart
yesterday is far away
tomorrow just a dream
there's land ahead
so leave your bed
now is the time to start

Waking with the sun
a breeze had just begun
the sailor climbed the mast
further than the furthest thought
and closer than the past
stretching to infinity
the Golden Shore
—at last!


released March 30, 2018

written and produced by Brett Hool & John Kibler

performed live by
Brett Hool | vocal, guitar
John Kibler | bass
Elizabeth Goodfellow | drums

recorded by Husky Höskulds and JK & BH

mixed and mastered by Jonathan Burnside

photographs by Jessica Daschner

painting "Mt. Zion" by Marcus Uzilevsky


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We Are The West Los Angeles, California

We Are The West began way out east in a shipping container on a sheep farm in Holland, then inside a convent in Brooklyn, before growing underground in an LA parking garage where they host a renowned monthly concert series. After a series of site-specific EPs, and their soulful LP debut THE GOLDEN SHORE, they've emerged from the pandemic with a new collection ONLY ONE US their finest work yet. ... more

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