Bloomsday Rising

Bloomsday Rising

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Bloomsday Rising plays rock music with folk and soul influences. Here's a band with the musical swagger of Citizen Cope set against the restless percussion of Radiohead. Please download all our music for free and pass it on to everyone. www.myspace.com/thebloomsdayband

Biography

In July of 2004, Phil Lang moved to San Francisco from South Dakota to attend the University
of San Francisco's Creative Writing program. Lang played music and hadn't met anyone in the
city. In the absence of a social life, he passed the hours writing songs in his one-window studio
apartment. Fellow MFA classmate Chris Hansen was the first person Lang met. Hansen played
music too, and eventually the two mustered up the courage to play in the same room. The next
day, Lang began recording (in Hansen�s apartment) the twenty-some songs that had been
welling up since his arrival in San Francisco. Six months later, Hansen hosted a charity event
that involved a musical collaboration of USF professors and students. Fernando Estrada, playing
bass, saved Hansen and Lang from having to play the Broadway show tunes suggested by
the professors (but nothing could save them from a poorly judged cover of Radiohead's �National
Anthem�). About eight months later, Kiernen Rein came on board to play drums. The group
knew they were a real rock band when they were awarded their first official noise citation from
the SFPD.
The rest of the details are more or less the same as every other rock band trying to make a name
for themselves, but the music is uncommonly good. Yes, every band thinks that, too, but
Bloomsday Rising invites you to judge for yourself. They've released Rattle the Windows
(2007) and Unlocked (2008 EP), and are currently paying their dues in the Bay Area music
scene. Their music has been featured on Insomnia Radio, KUSF and SF Weekly's annual
Artopia party. They embrace the challenges of the music industry's current fragile state and, with
that in mind, have an innovative decision regarding the distribution of their music: Our music is FREE

Lyrics

Thanks to Cassius

Written By: Phil Lang

Thanks to Cassius

Pearl puts on her corduroy hat
says I’m going to the park for a long long walk
and when I clear my head I’ll double-back
then we gonna have a state of the union talk
it happens every time she drops that line
I feel her pulling at my pride
so I reach for my second-hand jacket
find my getting gone bag and I start to pack it

I’m gone
going back to Minnesota to where I’m from
to the snow and the cold
but it’s a lot warmer than this girl’s soul
and the lakes they’ll be frozen
but the people I know they are always golden
got to get off this coast before it falls into the sea
got to clear my head in the January breeze

but when I try to cross the street
I am overwhelmed by thousands of thundering feet
racing from bridge to bridge
legs pump hearts pulse runners strand me here
and as I wait I see my decision to escape has become a lot less clear
because on any other morning of any other day
of any other month I’d be on my way
but this day I just shake my head and wonder

am I wrong
to leave this panoramic city for where I’m from
yes I’m two too many mornings overdue
but maybe two too many mornings is one to few
and pearl she may not be the one
but this city makes me feel like I belong
like a dime in a well like a puddle in the rain
these runners make me wonder if I should get off this train

but my fate is revealed when a drunk passes me yelling cave ne eas cave ne eas
so I rummage through my head through the books I have read and I know what he’s saying
so I go to the store for forty ounces of booze catch up with the drunkard staggered confused
but I am oh I am now clear
so clear

I’m wrong
to leave this panoramic city for where I’m from
yeah two too many mornings overdue
but baby two too many mornings is one too few
and pearl no she’s not the one
but this city’s made me feel like I belong
like a dime in a well like a puddle in the rain
well I may be asunder
lightning on lumber
but I’m getting off of this train

Orange Flags

Written By: Phil Lang

Going through the iron gates and oh my
it’s breaking me now she leads and orange flag parade and oh my
it’s breaking me now I know you have taken her home but oh my
you got your hands around me now
not strong enough to keep myself together no
oh my it’s breaking me now

oh lord help this son of yours try to understand
oh lord how the devil get a holiday in your heartland
oh lord tell this son of your what it’s all about
oh lord these days make me want to twist and shout

my grandpa strongest man that I know
at her wake he broke down like a child left alone
my grandpa saint among saints
done your work never once complained
and after sixty years two become one
take one from one and you leave none
sixty years look what you’ve done gone and taken one from one
man you leave none

and oh lord help this son of yours try to understand
oh lord how the devil get a holiday in your heartland
oh lord tell this son of yours what it’s all about
oh lord these days make me want to twist and shout

we get born and we get grown
immortal souls wrapped in broken bones
it’s a great brief world and before we realize
we’re putting hands around crosses
laying coins upon their eyes

I’m taking the lonely way home
oh my I’ve broken you now
I’m leading a one car parade
oh my I’ve broken you now
behold the mystery of faith no
it ain't no mystery to me now

From the adjustment center

Written By: Phil Lang

From the day I was born cross hang above my head
come Sunday morn raised our clean hands above our heads
priest said you got to be a light son FOR those in distress
but father didn’t know it’s the sinning I’d do best

I’ve hurt many men
brought them their darkest hour
I’ve caused a stream of blood to trickle on down the shower
I’ve lived what you fear
scars track my chest
so you best believe me it’s the sinning that I do best

don’t let me stop you from doing you
don’t let me discourage your version of the truth
but a little respect where a little respect is due
without the judas in me there would be no jesus in you
as goes the judas in me so goes the jesus in you

Heir to the Throne

Written By: Phil Lang

Casper pass is all alone in a dorm room with a 12-gague under his chin
thinking ‘bout self-revolution
as the otis redding sings along casper is naked with a big big gun in his hand
thinking ‘bout self-revolution
but the barrel’s too long for his right hand to reach to the trigger and to make his last stand
and casper pass cannot self-revolt
he tries once more but it’s all the same
so he sets the gun down and he feels the pain come higher and harder and farther than it has before

he cannot change he thinks
it’s all just the same he thinks
if you cannot change he thinks
drag the pen across my name

you see casper pass was born into a world with the rod-iron fences and the country club girls
and he knows now that world man it ain’t real
watched his parents buy all those fancy things saw them present themselves to more accomplished names
and he knows now their world man it ain’t real
he caught himself walking in their shoes try to sculpt himself with material tools
and he knows now his world man it ain’t real
and now he cannot deny that he’s so damn scared no he cannot deny the tears that are there
falling drip falling from his face

he cannot change he thinks
it’s all just the same he thinks
and if you cannot change he thinks
drag the pen across my name

drag the pen across my name if I can’t change
drag the pen across my name if I can’t change change change
man I won’t change

casper pass is all alone in a dorm room with a 12-gague under his chin
thinking ‘bout self-revolution
mr. otis redding sings along casper is naked with a big big gun in his hand
still thinking ‘bout self-revolution
he tries once more and it’s not the same
doesn’t set the gun down doesn’t feel the pain come higher and harder and farther than it has before

what a waste
man casper look at your face
what a waste what a damn waste
man casper your face is unfurled
what a waste what a goddamn waste
man casper you could have been king of the world

So Fast

Written By: Phil Lang

turn around old boy for today's your day/ you've been given all now it's your turn to pay/ red eye you back home ain't the same as when you were young/ mashed in your carry-on is another black suit for another loved one

chorus:
it's so easy to convince your friends of who you are/ it's so easy to pound ultimatums on your chest in the dark/ it's so easy to convince your friends of who you are/ it's so easy but right about now it's gonna get pretty damn hard

winter rain comes down melting snow into mud/ search for a parking space but you find none/ silver elevator ready for news that just ain't waiting for you/ here's where you're supposed to be/ you're lost it's plain to see/ you're not going anywhere it's true/ anytime soon

chorus

where have you gone so fast (repeats)

Lonely as a Soldier

Written By: Phil Lang

it was all right when I was all young/ plan pristine like a Sunday morning sun/ in other words/ it was all right/ when I was all wrong/ now wondering about the context of where I'm from

chorus:
every plan can make perfect sense/ in the absence of a consequence/ your best ambition isn't wishful thinking when you're too young to waste your time/ leaving you lonely as a soldier

it seems to me that these days I'm swinging at my mistakes/ doing everything I can just to keep my feet/ it seems to me that these days I'm shucking off my mistakes/ but I'm bound for the canvass mama because I just can't see

Chorus

I've got a hard hard head but with that comes a hard hard jaw/ so I'm gonna push this stone until my fists are raw

every plan can make perfect sense/ in the absence of a consequence/ your best ambition isn't wishful thinking when you're too young to waste your time/ so I better get sturdy as a soldier

Discography

EP- Unlocked, Oct 2008
LP- Rattle the windows, Dec 2007
EP-The Parades Sessions, 2009