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Box of Light

by Vincent Van Gold

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1.
Anywhere 03:51
I'd really like to take you out. I can't take you out. I'd really like to take you home. I can't take anyone home. You can't take me nowhere, I don't take me anywhere. While I'm going nowhere, you won't see me anywhere. You shouldn't be asking me questions if you haven't got an ear for lies. And you really shouldn't be expecting anything you would consider a surprise I stay going nowhere. No one goes nowhere with me. While I'm going nowhere, you won't see me anywhere. I try and calm my shaky hands while I'm calmly shaking yours. I must be somewhere. I could be anywhere. While I'm still going nowhere you won't see me anywhere.
2.
Setting Sun 02:41
When all is said and done the dead have sung the setting sun to sleep. My soul will keep a piece of peace which ceased to be. Tied to a silver screen, indecent minds with perfect teeth and jeans on Sunshine Street. A firm belief in filthy dreams. A firm belief in filthy dreams. A unity of extremes. Victims of a clever scheme. A firm belief in filthy dreams. Drowned out by mechanic hum the whole wide world beneath your thumb and nose but it doesn't show. We're falling fast look out below! The last of a dying breed is dying on a frozen street tonight. But you sleep tight, a box of light told me it's all right. A box of light told me it's all right, out of mind is outta sight, no need to feel what's inside, a box of light told me, he told me it's all right.
3.
Whispers 04:06
4.
Don't Forget 02:54
I want you to know that you are never alone. And we all need to be shown that there was never a home. There was never a home. There was never a heart. There was only a start. A means to an end. There's no need to pretend. There was never a then. There is only a now. There's no need to be proud. Don't forget my name, it might not be on my grave. Don't forget my name, if I'm not beyond the grave. We're food for the dirt and here's where it hurts. But there's no need for concern if there's still grass for the herd. Turn to the absurd to pacify the urge. We dance while cities burn in our electronic church. Don't forget my name, it might not be on my grave. Don't forget my name, if I'm not beyond the grave.
5.
Fallen Again 03:29
I'm not so sure I was cut out for this. I swing for the fences but I always miss. Discouraged and defenseless, full of cowardice and all my intentions feel so childish. My hands and knees down in the dirt, I can't stand beneath the weight of just deserts. Now I feel about as helpful as a virus is. Infecting my surroundings between silences. And no one can quite tell just what the science is. And I don't know what the source of my defiance is. And it feels like I'm falling again. And it feels like I've fallen again. My hands and knees down in the dirt, I can't stand beneath the weight of just deserts. I tried at night to close my eyes, I was disgusted by the ugliness inside. Now I'm talking to myself about the government. And I'm talking to someone else about some other shit. I do my best when it comes to listening but ultimately I remain indifferent. And it feels like I'm falling again. And it feels like I've fallen again.
6.
What's the worry with one more wasted day? We could stay inside while the kids outside play. Draw the curtains, indulge urges as they came. What's the worry with one more wasted day? Lie awake. Wake up late. Tomorrow waits while I neglect it. What's the worry with one more wasted day? We could stay inside while the kids outside play. We could spend the next couple of months indoors. Skies are gray and baby, when it rains it pours. The people on the street with concrete underneath their feet have faces planted in the cloud. Stay the course. Stay indoors. For better or worse. What's the worry with one more wasted day? We could stay inside while the kids outside play. Draw the curtains, indulge urges as they came. What's the worry with one more wasted day?
7.
The afterthought of the hour, redundancy's refrain. At a party in his honor, but not a soul there knew his name. He's done it all a thousand times, maybe thousands more. Stared hurricanes straight in the eyes as he danced along the shore. The invisible man and his imaginary friends. He lies around in gutters and drinks the cheapest wine. He could afford to buy some better if he had less expensive time. Never sheds a single tear, his eyes are broke, they say. Cried rivers in his younger years and watched the feeling wash away. The invisible man and his imaginary friends.
8.
Docks 03:15
Whenever I go walking downtown, I've found, Rainclouds follow me around. I pound pavement I don't make a sound. My eyes vacant and fixed on the ground. But she gives me a place in the storm. She keeps me safe, keeps me warm. Whenever I go cruising down the street I see lightning licking at my feet. I feel frightened, I don't miss a beat. My chest tightens, escape defeat! But she gives me a place in the storm. She keeps me safe, keeps me warm.
9.
Pennies 02:26
Roses, I've read, are violence in bloom. Sweet sanguine seduction is sure to make you swoon. But be mindful of the thorns. And everything else. They will wither and grow weary when left alone upon a shelf. A petal for power. A petal for peace. A couple more for some romance even more for the deceased. A billion broken bulbs deep down in the dirt The first cut is the deepest but every other cut still hurts. We have tiptoed into darkness. We are stepping out of line. We are crippled by our promise. We are skeptical of time. A penny for power, a penny for peace, a couple thousand for some romance, even more to be deceased.
10.
The Ticket 04:03
The louder you get the less I listen. It's hard to forget. hard to be forgiven. We're all in the station but only some hear the whistle. A display of patience, a nonverbal issue. But, Oh! What a wonderful feeling to know that I am alone. And all the pressures of dealing with the unknown have long since been gone. You're toeing the line, I would step back some. Keep it in your mind, that you should mind the gap, some. When your train arrives don't be on the track, son. Staying alive is a priority action. Oh! What a wonderful feeling to know that I am alone. And all the pressures of dealing with the unknown have long since been gone. The cars are all full. It's standing room only. Your ticket provides, but the first class is lonely.
11.
AHHHH!!! Keep it on the tip of your tongue. Leave it until the magic comes. I think I'd like to get to know you. Let's sit down, we'll soon begin. Before you know we're sinking in. I think I could like to get to know this. Before it's too late for me. Before it's too late. AHHHH!!! Keep it in the base of your spine. Release fractions of the divine. I know I would love to get to know you. Let's sit down, We'll soon begin. Before you know we're slipping in. I think I could like to get to know you. Before it's too late for me. Before it's too late. I know it's too late for me. I know it's too late.
12.
Lazy fool, you're crazy cool. It's who you are and that's all that matters. Ocean blue, you're crazy cool. That's who you are and that's all that matters. I'm walking down your street, singing your songs. I'm following close, tagging along. Lazy fool, you're crazy cool. That's who you are and that's all that matters to me now. I'm walking on your street. I'm stealing your beat. I'm following close, feel the heat. When the valley is dead and the hills are asleep. When the ocean is cold and the talk is cheap. When the scene is alive but there's no heartbeat I'll be the beat. I'll be the beat. When the groove is gone and you're lying in the street I'll be the beat. I'll be the beat. When the voice in your head is a heartless creep I'll be the beat. I'm gonna take your beat. If you ever trip because the vibe ain't deep I'll be the beat. I'll be the beat.

credits

released December 12, 2017

Vincent Van Gold is:

Adam Landry-guitar, vocals, engineering, mixing, probably a lot more.
Robbie Crowell-keys, bass, saxophone, vocals, probably a lot more.
Dennis Ryan-Drums, percussion, vocals

This recording wouldn't be here without:

John Baldwin-Mastering engineer
Casey Tanner-Cover art/Artwork engineer/artist

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Found these songs lying around and stuck some tape to them.

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