Reverie Mourning
Rewind one season’s turn
When I last heard
Your eyes, your hands, your heart
Your mind. I should’ve seen it coming
No longer humming
Your light, your signal dark
As it slips into the past, it still feels like the future
Our big, bright life together
Was I living in a dream?
Ritually, I’m reliving the ending
This futile reinventing
Always the same result:
Hypnopompic reverie relenting
To whelming disillusion
Over where I am, where you’re not
And I swore that I could feel your body next to me
Your smile, your holding arms
Could I go back to sleep?
Don’t wake me
In an ocean of reasons that I can’t comprehend
The stars do not reflect
It washed away the answer like footprints in the sand
The dots just won’t connect
And my shouting is a whisper drowning in the waves
I awaken tangled in my bed
As the question on my fingers, I struggle not to send
Comes pouring down my face, instead:
"Did it take you half a decade to decide
That I’m not good enough?
Or was it always a lie?"
Don’t wake me
Sunburns on my skin, moonburns on my heart
All the parts I missed healing in your arms
Footprints in the sand, dancing in the dark
Reclaimed in the ocean, grain by grain, the pain restarts
Sunbeams strike my lids, pull the dream apart
Empty like the pillow far from where you are
In "Reverie Mourning," the speaker is in a recurring dream, wherein they relive variations of happy memories with their ex. Attempting in vain to alter the ending, the dream culminates each time with the same nightmarish final moments of the breakup. This dream is first mentioned in title song "The Future Isn’t What It Used to Be," and also provides missing context for "Rally, Love."
This one uses another of my favorite alternative-percussion examples in the rhythmic "micro beats" created by sampling a rubber mallet thumping a rigid-fiber crate. The absence of strings in this song signifies that the speaker is, in fact, alone.
There is no emotional-closure song on this album (The future isn't what it used to be.), which I’ve come to feel is a broadly misunderstood concept. I find the deepest personal traumas may never totally fade, though one can work to accept, reframe, and live well with them. To me, these songs depict just the earliest phase of that important emotional processing.
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Cover art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
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Rewind one season’s turn
When I last heard
Your eyes, your hands, your heart
Your mind. I should’ve seen it coming
No longer humming
Your light, your signal dark
As it slips into the past, it still feels like the future
Our big, bright life together
Was I living in a dream?
Ritually, I’m reliving the ending
This futile reinventing
Always the same result:
Hypnopompic reverie relenting
To whelming disillusion
Over where I am, where you’re not
And I swore that I could feel your body next to me
Your smile, your holding arms
Could I go back to sleep?
Don’t wake me
In an ocean of reasons that I can’t comprehend
The stars do not reflect
It washed away the answer like footprints in the sand
The dots just won’t connect
And my shouting is a whisper drowning in the waves
I awaken tangled in my bed
As the question on my fingers, I struggle not to send
Comes pouring down my face, instead:
"Did it take you half a decade to decide
That I’m not good enough?
Or was it always a lie?"
Don’t wake me
Sunburns on my skin, moonburns on my heart
All the parts I missed healing in your arms
Footprints in the sand, dancing in the dark
Reclaimed in the ocean, grain by grain, the pain restarts
Sunbeams strike my lids, pull the dream apart
Empty like the pillow far from where you are
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Cover art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
Lovelorn Lullaby
This is home, warmth, love, happiness
Time, gratitude
It’s my home with you
And I see you when I look around
In every inch of my life
I see the way I’ve felt with you
Glowing in this light
I can see, hear, feel us laughing and
Loving, singing, planning, dancing
It’s a dream
Falling asleep here with you missing
In our empty apartment
Feels like giving up
I’m so tired but I’m not ready
I’m not ready
It was "no more nightmares
Sleep easier, now we're home"
"We’re really living the dream, aren’t we?"
And now it’s "goodbye sweet dreams"
Our foundation crumbles as I sleep
The nightmare is awake, not me
Not me
Here is our home, new again; bare walls, patient with potential
The gold hardwood floor still waiting for the shadow of our black faux leather sofa
The forsaken guest room door ajar, beyond the dark, unwanted television
The bright, open kitchen wishing for the soundtrack of Elbow and Damien
Rising through the stairway landing where we’ll integrate our friends’ art on display
The old brick and space left naked for the photographs we’ll take but never frame
The hollow of the walk-in closet where we’ll laugh at how even your jeans fit me
In the nook with the red Japanese chair, the deluge will lull us both to sleep
The skylight in the vacant corner of the loft will cast our bed like a cathedral
Where I will sneak snapshots of you dreaming blissfully in that summer sun cascade
Nearby, the gas stove—sitting cold—will drive the winter from our bones
Beside the gap for the piano and the strings we’ll tune to summon the spring
And we will choose our favorite sad songs, substituting words to make them happy
Recorded evidence of our love, compellingly performed but incomplete
And we will learn to synchronize our walk and let the music move us in time
And I will try to lead you, hand in hand, cheek to cheek, your chest pressed to mine
We’ll embrace until the dance is over, then we will leave no trace of it behind
Only the bats in the ceiling will remember that vinyl record skipping in my mind
But I’ve already carved the shape of you into the songs and rhythms of my life
It’s too late to separate the future from the dream
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