Things Moving

by Stephen Chopek

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released 10 March 2015

Written, performed, produced by Stephen Chopek
Recorded by Chip Johnson at Alpine Red
Mixed and mastered by Mikhail Pivovarov
Artwork by Sunday Rebel and Stephen Chopek
© ℗ 2015

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Track Name: Hurry
Breathe a sigh of relief, quiet night on a city street
Bomb threat, louder than anything you’ve heard yet
Preacher keep the faith, fastest runner will set the pace
One more compromise, behind your painted black eyes

There’s no sense to be made
I was in such a hurry to leave, but I wish I had stayed

Acting so dramatic, see you speak hearing static
Walk a fine line, eternally in the moment of a lifetime
Bury the dead where the ground is frozen, buy some freedom with the money you’ve stolen
Torn between love and lust, we confuse the truth for trust

There’s no sense to be made
I was in such a hurry to leave, but I wish I had stayed
Thinking ill get us nowhere
All out of ideas, I hope you’ve got some to spare

Magic in the mistake, march to war again for heaven’s sake
Right foot single file, am fm turn the dial
Start each day with a broken promise, reputation has been tarnished
Tearing down self deception, is a gift of imperfection

There’s no sense to be made
I was in such a hurry to leave, but I wish I had stayed
Thinking ill get us nowhere
All out of ideas, I hope you’ve got some to spare

© & ℗ 2015
Track Name: Systematic Collapse
Feathers in my jacket have flown away
I need something warm for a winter day
I know where I can find it, but I just won’t pay for a

Systematic collapse
Temporary relapse
Rockets red glare from a shot gun blast

I see said the blind man, I know where you’ve been
It’s hard to catch your breath when you’re drowning in sin
Or travel here to there on a bridge that’s burning from a

Systematic collapse
Temporary relapse
Rockets red glare from a shot gun blast

Systematic collapse
Temporary relapse
Serving gasoline in a champagne glass

Sooner or later you’ll have to choose
Will you put your trust in the evening news
Or listen to a white boy sing the blues
Heads we win, tails they lose to a

Systematic collapse
Temporary relapse
Rockets red glare from a shot gun blast

Systematic collapse
Temporary relapse
Serving gasoline in a champagne glass

© & ℗ 2015
Track Name: Love Is a Negotiation
Settle down flame, excuse the fire in my brain
Burn away then rearrange
Lie cheat and steal, get yourself the best deal
Convinced the pain is not real

Love is a negotiation
Sensitive situation
Open to interpretation

Better to leave than be left with no clue, the rumor is true
Many are called, but the chosen are few
Lessons are cautionary to a flash in the pan revolutionary
Laying down guns for a dictionary

Love is a negotiation
Sensitive situation
Open to interpretation

We may be lost, that don’t mean we don’t know where we’re going
We pay the cost, although it seems our ages might be showing

Perform for applause, weak defense for a lost cause
Testifying in favor of your flaws
Brothers and sisters, conscientious resistors
Communicate with echoes of whispers

Love is a negotiation
Sensitive situation
Open to interpretation

Love is a negotiation
Sensitive situation
Open to interpretation

© & ℗ 2015
Track Name: Only Here
Glad to be home
Even if just for a day
Moving in fast forward isn’t always ideal
I would not have it any other way

Close the door, leave me alone
Do not disturb on the telephone

Never quite sure what state I’m in
Plenty for the consumer, not much for the citizen
Eyes of glass, ears of wax
Great American stories lie beneath the facts

Close the door, leave me alone
Do not disturb on the telephone
Only here for a little while
Dry your eyes and try to smile

There’s no present like the time spent being here
Sending all my love out to you loud and clear
Staying in one place too long gives me the chills
There’s gold in them there hills, gotta go dig to pay those bills

Northern star neon guiding light
Laundromat entertainment on a Sunday night
Slept through breakfast, had a nap for lunch
Last minute of the eleventh hour and another time crunch

Close the door, leave me alone
Do not disturb on the telephone
Only here for a little while
Dry your eyes and try to smile

© & ℗ 2015
Track Name: Rant
I stole your picture, framed it in a photograph
I threw it all away, I knew it wouldn’t last

Running from your life, not the only way to cope
Cultivate curiosity, sentimentalism is a slippery slope
There’s no harm in hope
It won’t do you much good when you’re choking on the end of a rope

If it’s being sold it’s not with buying
Politicians promises are probably lying
They’re having a party, don’t get excited
You will be paying, but will not be invited
It’s going to be a wonderful celebration
Guest of honor is economic segregation

I stole your picture, framed it in a photograph
I threw it all away, I knew it wouldn’t last
Journeys begin with a simple task
Time is now and it’s going fast
Spare me your stories of the treasured past

© & ℗ 2015