FOREIGN CAPITOLS

SuperConstellation

David: Guitar, Voice

Ben: Bass

Adiel: Drums

Valentina: Voice

Game of Drones

Foreign Capitols performing at Mike's Place on April 9, 2012.

Cure For The Curse

Waiting To Fly

Head in the Sand

End Miles

Death is Home

David guitar, voice

Ben bass

Adiel drums

Directed by Valentina Berkovits

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ROMANS (Acoustic Demo)

Where the hell are you my love

Can you tell me what to think?

I made a mess out of every second guess

So I guess I'll have another drink

Finishing school is done & all the Romans laugh

It's not that I found you in yr sleep

It's not the I stood between you & yr dreams

Everyone these days is a little cruel

Darling yr a bitch

I got bridges to burn & money to turn

Can you help me?

Finishing school is done & all the Romans laugh

All is Fair

All is fair

In love & war

I was waiting for the night to disappear

All is gone

Rabbits outrun us

Still waiting for the night to disappear

I got tired of the midnight choir

Keeping me up underneath your shirt

Singing sad songs at the end of the world

Come down to me let’s unravel this hurt

At modest times

I pick you up perfectly

Everything sweet and complete

In my time

I fall at your feet

Like some desperate last sip of wine

When I sing do you listen?

Do your teeth sharpen & glisten?

Do you the count the days away like there were none?

All is fair

In love & war

So they say when they don't have their way

I'm so bored of this still life sketch

My heart is a bomb, my appetite's whet

Counting the breaths from your last set of steps

Come down to me
Let’s unravel this ache
Tonight

Bare Minimum

You live a little

Then you get high

The bare minimum gets you by

You drink a little

Then you get dry

The bare minimum gets you by

Had some drinks

A smoke

Let myself go

Tried to hit the bottom

The bottom was too low

You give a little

Then you get broke

The bare minimum lets you choke

On the death of another daydream

You shake the night but you can’t shake the scream

You make plans

For the quiet life

You make plans

For a better life

You drink a little
Then you get high

We wave flags of distress

Blame the winter

Blame our mothers

Find another same road

Take another same road

We wave our hands in the air

Blame our fathers
Blame the others

We don't care

11

He waited for her his whole damn life

Thought safety in numbers was three is a crowd

No woman’s a witch

But smoke is a motherfucker

And fire’s no joke when it’s crawling up your throat

They got married in a fever

In a port during a storm

A seven month winter

Lifetime of old jokes

Never free to go wild

Never young enough or old

They kept to bed with their debts

And the shovels and the coal

Wrapped up in Winter

With no place to go

No language to speak

No new seeds to sow

Walking through the motions

At the end of the world

The radio hums

An impossible whir

The body is broken

The heart is a stone

The spirit is frozen

It wants to go home

Caught up in Winter’s grey ribbon parade

They waited for sorrow to curl up and fade

Found something in nothing

Too much to ask

Ambition fighting an impossible task

And fighting is everything when nothing else is

The point they were making

Was the point that they missed

The winter will strangle the flesh from the bone

The spirit is frozen

It wants to go home

Nothing About The Weather

We say words we can’t take back

We know nothing about forever

In my mind’s a perfect storm

We know nothing about the weather

It wasn’t right to see you go

I was fighting against whatever

In my mind’s a fucking flood

I can’t stop this new disaster

You let go of my old skin

I go crawling through another

Time stands still while I just fade

Into someone else’s picture

We say words we can’t attach

Now they’re meant for something other

I go fighting with my thoughts

Till we’ve broken all the mirrors

Head In The Sand

If up to you

you'd have your head in the sand

Your body on the fault lines

If up to you
You'd have no reason to doubt
Your head in the clouds

Why don't you just leave and let me dream about it

I got old
Waiting around
I got old
Waiting around
I got older
Tonight
I'm going to make it right
I'm going to make it

You better shut your eyes

Still seeing things I guess

I saw you slipping to the other side

You better shut your mouth,

You're digging holes again

I heard you calling from the other side

A thousand points of light

What makes you think you’re the one

I saw swimming to the other side?

Isolate Their Heads

When I sit with it

I stay with it

When I stay with it

I want to abandon it

If I abandon it

I won’t have it

If I don’t have it

I won’t miss it

I will learn to live without it

I will sit with nothing

Until nothing becomes something

Am & Am Not

Under a spell

Of some time

And heart ache

Blues wrapped around my throat

Words lost

Eyes lost

A fire to take a month away

I am

And am not the man

I said and thought

I was