Seasons Of Soul EP

by Art Of Spite

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This is the EP holding the first single for the upcoming album "Kings & Queens", an extra track from the tracking of that album, and a live recording from 2012, with Alex Donley on the trombone.

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released March 27, 2015

All songs written by Cameron Milani
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Monza Studios.

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Art Of Spite Hiram, Ohio

AOS started as a small acoustic duo in 2005. It then grew from singer-songwriter tunes to full band compositions, all written and performed by Cameron Milani.

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Track Name: Seasons Of Kings
I will stay, you will go.
You will reap what you sow.

Tell me how to be, tell me how to breathe:
“Get down on your knees and say my name aloud.”
I'm not gonna beg for the promise of bread.

Put your cigarette down, down, down to the web of your finger.
Give the crow, crown, crown another try.
And you're bound, bound, bound to make a fool of your master.
Give the crow, crown, crown another try.

You can't keep what you owe.

Keep your hands to yourself, don't you touch that poor child.
You throw ash in my face and expect me to smile.
Get down on your knees and pray for forgiveness.
What you've done can't be forgotten.

I will stay, you will go.

There is no excuse for any abuse.
All the king's men have rallied again.
They call for his head by blade or noose.
They will not stop until he's dead.
They've got the power to choose who comes next.

Put your cigarette down, down, down...
...to the web of your finger.
Give the crow, crown, crown another try.
And you're bound, bound, bound to make a fool of your master.
Give the crow, crown, crown another try.

Smoke your cigarette down, down, down, till' you're burning the filter.
Pack the brown, brown, brown above his box.
And you're bound, bound, bound to put a fool into power.
Give the crown, crown, crown another try.
Track Name: Oh, My Soul
Eighty years strong, hasn't missed a beat. The dead man walks along the busy street.
A bitter heart runs past group of kids. A dog at her side with a busted lip.
I got my woman, I got my pride, I got a little tipsy from the twinkle in 'er eye.
Help me father, help me mother, I don't understand how to please another anymore.

Oh, my soul. Please be still and know;
A timid man is hard to find
once you cross behind the line.

Hello darkness, my old lover. Tell us how to break each other.
With the grape vine burned, there's no more listening. All the tales are fast and fleeting.
A whisper from another room. What does it say? I'll have to assume the worst.
It's closer now, keeping my time. And making sure these lexemes rhyme.

Oh, my soul. Please be still and know;
A timid man is hard to find
once you cross behind the line. Singin'...

...Oh, my soul. Please be still and know;
A timid man is hard to find
once you cross behind the line.

Feeling my soul convert to rage. I'll break my knuckles – on the words of the so-called sane.
Track Name: Backup Blues (Live at the B-Side Feat. Alex Donley)
A haze I see when you're no longer with me in my dreams.
The wine's all gone and I've not a song to sing.
But I get out of bed and wonder down the road.
Wishing to relive times when I didn't know...

...just what I had.
I would be glad to hold you once more,
but I'm only sad.
You made it down to the core.
No skin to caress when all is well.
Mr. contingency put back on the shelf.
All I can do is sit here and tell of my backup blues.

Sleep alone once again, tonight it's all alright.
You no longer need me if they all go and treat you right.
I'm feeling the weight of your sorrow in my chest.
It's no longer just yours, I hold it and do my best to remember...

...just what I had.
I would be glad to hold you once more,
but I'm only sad.
You made it down to the core.
No skin to caress when all is well.
Mr. contingency put back on the shelf.
All I can do is sit here and tell of my backup blues.

This island long finds me walking no more.
It's too great a distance to the closest shore.
Slapstick I'll become for the jester that's never won.
But who drinks for more than just for fun.
When the Queen starts to laugh, her nose starts to run.
Time to rise and fall, nothing to be done.

I would be glad to hold you once more,
but I'm only sad.
You made it down to the core.
No skin to caress when all is well.
Mr. contingency put back on the shelf.
All I can do is sit here and tell of my backup blues.