Soul Saint Marie

Soul Saint Marie

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It's all about the lyrics. They tell stories, explore philosophies, and express (hopefully) new thoughts. The music serves as a vehicle to convey the words.

Biography

Growing up in the middle-of-nowhere of Northern Wisconsin, Soul Saint Marie began as an experiment into how big of a sound I could create by myself. Listening to bands like Radiohead and Akron/Family, as well as songwriters like Iron & Wine, The Microphones/Mount Eerie, and Bob Dylan, Soul Saint Marie seeks to unite the good aspects of each approach.
The live shows attempt to recreate the production of the albums before the audience's eyes, utilizing live loops, a laptop computer and multiple instruments.

Lyrics

Free At Last

Written By: Chris Roush

Time out of mind.
Lately I find myself growing old.
Another endless summer, gone cold.

I've stopped trying to fight momentum,
I just close my eyes,
Land where I'm rolled.

I've got time, so much time.

Sons rise up quick
And each young prince will be
King for a day.

But then comes the Great Sunset,
When emporer and empire together all just
Fade away.

Even the Sunset is nervous,
Knows that not even He
Will always remain.

I've got time, so much time.
I've got so much time on my hands.

Free at last, free at last.
Thank the Lord, I'm free at last.
Got myself free from a name, free from an age,
Free from a future, got myself freed from a past.

(How long does nirvana last?)

Yesterday, I knew you,
Knew you were nothing more than a half-handed dream.
Tomorrow, you were never there, you were never there at all, you were nothing but a mad man's scheme.

(For the circle can only repeat.)

I've got time, so much time.
I've got all the time in the world.

Lifetimes, lifetimes pass me by, let them pass me by.
I'm not worried, let them pass me by, let them pass me by.

An angelic flash of light exposes the corners of my mind to me,
As the sound of a thousand epiphanies cascades across geopgraphy.
Then a resounding silence as clenched eyelids finally relent,
They acknowledge the dawn, and the alignment of divine intent.
The moment is reversed again, and, unable to break the chain,
The Sun surrenders His position as the dead-center of Everything.
As the body, the soul, and the question go numb,
I can feel myself becoming that which was never begun.
And I stand in the Light of the Shade of the Sun,
As all things once separate fade into The One.

Tap, Tap, Tap

Written By: Chris Roush

The Orphan Prince sits,
Ponders the power of his fingertips
As mysterious figures file past his window.

Glorious snows fall
From the Heavens
On the mountains,
Both just beyond his reach.

And in overwhlemed confusion
He begins to list
All those things that he canot understand.

On the one hand he counts the words
He's always tried but still can't define:
Death, war, love, happiness and time.

On the other hand he counts
The times he's demanded the world explain.
But the world keeps quiet,
Doesn't tell him a thing.

On his 21st birthday
He watched the world fail
To hold its own.

He watched his father trip
Down the
Steps of Infinity
After he tangled up his feet
In his own demands.

So now here he stands
In his hour of waiting.
He's watching the sky,
Still expecting a reason.

Oh, but nature declines to apologize
For keeping her secrets,
Only pushes the answers under
Deeper and darker shadows.

What's dead's not dead forever
And only could return.
On the wings born from the scars of his sunburn
He uncovers by chance what the Angels had to earn:

As he started tap, tap, tapping his fingers against the window pane,
Trying to find a way to get out to the place he began.

He started tap, tap, tapping his fingers against the game,
Trying to find out what that Secret was so he could give it a name.

Only by tap, tap, tapping his fingers against his pain
Did he find that it was not time but he who was actually to blame.

Only by tap, tap, tapping his fingers against the rain
Did he find that nothing ended, it just started again.

Only by tap, tap, tapping his fingers against his brain
Did he find being and knowing were exactly the same.

Only by tap, tap, tapping his fingers against the window pane,
Did he find that the way to get out was back the way that he'd came.

Only by tap, tap, tapping...

God's Time: Now

Written By: Chris Roush

But now...
I'm a frozen figure, or a statuette to made-time.
And I watch as all the ghosts
Gallop off.

Their fingers are broken from tapping the earth
At every passing dream.
But I know I am not alone out here.

And if my time's tomorrow,
Then time will have to fight me.
If we never ever see the sun again,
It's alright with me, if it's alright with you.
For we are God's time now.

I've kissed my fading happenstance,
Realized what happens if I don't come back.
But if everyone's pretending,
It seems that I ought to too.

As I watch their souls flee,
Agonizing, berating their bodies for the loss,
It seems that I am not all alone out here.

And if my time's tomorrow,
Then time will have to fight me.
If we never ever see the sun again,
It's alright with me, if it's alright with you.
For we are, God's time now.

Discography

d-r-i-v-i-n-g, Suns 1.1, Sons 2: At the Edge of Time

Set List

Free At Last,
Tap, Tap, Tap,
Never Walk Alone,
The Other Shore,
The Golden Ego,
Clarion/Du Bois, PA,
Economy is a Monster,
God's Time: Now