The Festival Of Lights

by Wayfarer State

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these songs were written and recorded on the road in hostels,tea houses and guesthouses... from Dharmasala India to Kathmandu Nepal, to Kho Phangan Thailand.

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released February 1, 2012

this album was written and produced by Trey Yip.

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Track Name: Magnificent Failure
She has not left my mind, she haunts me when I sleep
She walks across my lawn with golden feet
She has honey, on her cherry red lips
Tobacco, beneath her finger tips
And the red spices, from an Indian ships
with an ivory hands ,slik across her hips

Magnificant failure, magnificent night
Magnificant lover , beautiful wife
Come here for the taking, take me away
Take me tonight , broken down train
Sell what you can, carry whats left
Walk across the desert, she is not impressed

My name crossed out, in her book with a star beside it
everything wicked, she offered me, ofcourse I had to tried it
and when she came into the room, so elegant and so slow
burgundy wine, with olive skin like a ghost
its too late for me now, its borrowed time at best
she still stirs, whats left inside my chest

don’t expect to see me, darling, when you get to those gates
I’ll be down here, by the train, with tom waits
ill be made to roam, the dark earth forever a ghost
trying to open all the doors, that have already been closed
ill glide across the ocean , the moonlit wicked sea
between the world of the dead and a midsummer nights dream
Track Name: Vampires Monsters and Mirrors
And the sunsets baby in this valley
And vampires move across the lawn
She an angel darling but she don’t want me
Im gonna stay up all night long
Im gonna stay up all night long

They grow monsters here in this valley
And they beg for milk and bread
Im invisible now and they don’t see me
she cant see inside my head
she cant see inside my head

They got mirrors here in this valley
They can bend their legs behind their heads
They’re at my door they’ve come to get me
remember everything I said
remember everything I said
Track Name: Rickshaw Woman (Hello to the Queen)
She’s a Rickshaw woman from bagsu road
Shes a kingfish lady at the liquor store
I was a Jewish once, but only in my dreams
Wheres the hash? Says my friend the queen
Hello darling, hello my friend
Hello to the queen, where have you been?

We went down temple road, past the cashmere scarfs
Past the beggars and con men with their babies in arms
And the valley leads down into Dharmasla
And The translator misquotes the Dali lama

They got monks here with cappuccinos in their hands
They play fifa in the windows, they got cell phone plans
Out here the cows they are like Gods , you cant buy no steak
The German bakeries on every corner, sell devilish chocolate cake

Pour me a glass of royal stag, pass me a cigarette
Gavin says hes gonna volunteer but he hasn’t yet
Leigh is an artist full of risk and great expectations
You should hear all these absurd games and conversations

I met a man from Finland who lives in Greece
He makes mojitos and he grows his own weed
He steals my cigarettes but he makes me tea
He can stretch his head down past his knees
Track Name: Between Us Sinners
Between Us Sinners

Everything is for sale, between us sinners
If you carry a cross, you must have splinters
You must have some twisted story to tell
In all your travels, did you make it to hell?
The moon blooms in my hand and it folds like this
Its either destiny or its darkness
Name your price for one last kiss
A thick fog or a thick mist
When you open your eyes, what do you see?
Wild flowers? Or haunted trees?
Tall dark woman with eyes like a snake
While I was sleeping, what did you take?
What is this sound? the buzz in my ear?
Why when I stand in the light is my mind clear?
I’ve lost the directions, I couldn’t get home
If you weren’t with me, I’d be all alone
I’d be foolish to fall asleep again
If it’s not virtue, it must be sin
It must be tall, dark, just like everything
But it goes away when I start to sing

It’s a creek in the floor, it makes wind blow
It curls and curdles and comes with the crows
It shakes the mountains, from the base of the trees
She told me this secret while she was on her knees
It was wretched and filthy and whats worse
Is that before I left, I stole her purse
Her purse was filled with all manner of sin
Pills, powder, needles and gin
Rolling tobacco, filters and Rizla
A little black book full of misters
There was mascara and mace and of course a mirror
Where she works, if she screamed, who would hear her?
A black pocket knife, a thick roll of cash
Small tin foil with a bar of broken hash
My wrist watch, which she stole while I was on the can
A plastic blue lighter with some loose change
There were Euro coins, nickels, Korean won
A business card from a business man in Taiwan
The patron Saint Michael might have protected your soul
But you cashed it, just like you cashed this bowl
Everything is for sale, between us sinners
If you carry a cross, you must have splinters
You must have some twisted story to tell
In all your travels, did you make it to hell?
Track Name: The Tale Of Tombstone Pete
He came from the sun , across the desert heat
He comes from hell with snakes at his feet
He was bullet proof and black as night
Broken husband to a murdered wife
Called down the thunder, call down the rain
The storm is coming, a freight train
He was Cold as the clay, sharp as knife
Fast as the wind, blood in his eyes

The town was quiet it was midnight and blue
The piano played , whiskey tunes
The saloon was waiting , death was near
You cant kill a man who has no fear
He seemed taller now, he came in slow
Guns at his side and his hat hung low
he came for the gambler, the murdering theif
the greek gunslinger, tombstone pete

When the smoke clears , before the dust settles at you feet
Remember the fate of tombstone pete
Justice and vengeance are sometimes one in the same
When the black rider comes , hes crossing off your name

He drew his guns, with steady hands
He put a bullet between the eyes of the bearded man
And the coward , the sheriff , turned and dropped his gun,
the black rider shot him the back before he could run
the whores screamed, the bartender froze
the card tables turned, the thunder roared
tombstone pete took his last breath
the black rider shot him full of holes in his chest
Track Name: Insanity
I woke up with the sweats I was cold and alone
im gonna get cancer from the cell phone
Im holding it together as best I can
The delhi sky turned from grey to yellow in this dust pan
When I looked into the mirror I was growing black oiled wings
Ive been growing weary of people and other little things
I just want to sleep the whole night through
I want peace and quiet and I want her to come back too
I cant find the door, nothings gonna change
Good lord I must be going insane

It’s a festival of lights, I want this headache to stop
Its evil carnival ride and you just cant get off
If I found out later what I suspected to be true
Id tear this train of the tracks and come after you
I spoke to a man, he must have been the devil
He smokes chillim pipe until he’s face down on the gravel
Hes says I lost my hearing the gun fire was too loud
Sometimes when Im sleeping I can hear that popping sound
I smoke cause it suits me , im no john wayne
But I can tell you brother, I must be going insane

I dreamt I was murdered , with a knife through the chest
Im feeling paranoid , I got mushrooms on my breath
The wooden path is lit up with red lights down to the sea
Cant you just leave me alone and let me be
The trees are moving , theres faces in the leaves
I should crawl across the sand on my bare knees
Theres only thing ,really a man like me can know
If we’re ever gonna get anything done the president must go
that kinda talk is crazy, you could get 10 lashes with the cain
I don’t know what im saying, I must be going insane

I need to leave, maybe I should stay
Sacrifices need to be made,
I could talk my way out, im clever enough
This boat is gonna capsize, the waves are getting rough
If its not this , its another thing, it just doesn’t stop
The water is poisoned at this lingerie shop
I just need sleep, ive got cuts on my feet
Im tired off all the meaningless conversations with the travelers I met
It’s the same thing, everywhere that I go
I need a place where everyone just moves slow
If i face the storm , Im bound to get wet from the rain
Its all happening now, I must be going insane
Track Name: Rosaline
I dream of spain, the Spanish coast
The great novel, that your father wrote
500 pages of flawless pros
The things you hide, rosaline , that no one knows
A criminal mind, taken from a Russian book
Rosaline, when you left the ground shook
A wrote your name, a thousand times
A keep a bottle, of your favorite wine
I wait here, by the windowsill
And Rosaline, I need you still
Paint my door and bow down to the sun
Its dusk now and the moon has come
My enemies wait, so patiently
They come for my blood, for my vanity
Rosaline, with skin so fair
Your books and your lies and black hair
I dream of Spain, the Spanish coast
The great novel, that your father wrote
500 pages of flawless pros
The things you hide, rosaline , that no one knows
Track Name: My Only Son
This my boy, he is all of me
with his black hair and his travelin feet
he will speak from his heart on the mountain side
and find a woman of fire to make his bride
she will spin and dance like his mother too
and he will hold her hand and they'll howl at the moon
there are big ideas but his are bigger too
he will stand in the wind and face the winter chill
he will grow like a tree, slow to bloom
and i will wait because he's coming home soon
i'll tell him who he is , and what it is he can become
to face the waves from the storm, he is my only son
ill teach him to fight with hands, with his stories and with his mind
show him what makes greatness and teach him the curse of time
a map to heaven , if you could just read the signs
the world is a carafe and you are the wine
to walk on water , to tremble and to shake
to weep with sorrow, salt tears to fill this lake
to pour your soul into everything you do
that the kingdom of heaven will surely find you
this is my boy, he is all of me
with his black hair and his travlin feet
Track Name: Further From Home
I dreamt I was in America , that I had never left
Down in new Orleans beside my grandfathers bed
I miss the bayou,I miss the new Orleans rain
To Memphis in 5hrs on the Amtrak train

Benjamin, Rebekah, bob and jeniene
a bowl of seafood gumbo at the house off magazine
It was just a dream, I saw it so clear
Ive been gone from America for almost 3 years.

I woke up here in India, its been cold and wet
My stomach turned upside down, I cant get out of bed
She left here this morning , she left me all alone
Its quiet here, its nice but wouldn’t call it home

If you see me tonight out on this weary road
I could never be further from my home
I could never be further from my home

I seen the sun rise in korea, drank from a green bottle
And sailed into the cairo sunset , along River Nile
My momma is an angel she grows prettier by the day
She worries about what eat and about the places that I stay

I worry a worry about my sister , she a woman now
Her heart is gold , she makes all of us proud
My brother too , his heart is good
he would fly here tonight , if I only asked him too

My nephews are tall and strong as the trees
And world is waiting at their feet
My father if he were here, I wish that he was
We could play chess till the sun come up
Track Name: Its Good When Its Good
Its good whens its good, when its bad aint it bad
watch the whole house come down
I followed you arcoss the ocean after you left
you made a fool outa me
I saw you at the opium bar in shanghi
you were white as a ghost
I sat in the corner, you were dancing in tokyo filth and broke my heart
but thats how they made me
in koh paghan with your neon paint, and your big wide black eyes
you were so happy to see me
I found you in london, he was right by your side
you were laughing
so Im going back to georgia, tonight
to live with my mother
Its good whens its good, when its bad aint it bad
watch the whole house come down
Track Name: Beautiful Rowdy Prisioners (song for Hafiz)
I wrestled with the great lion I grabbed hold of his blond main
im so far east of eden and on this potters train
ive been howling at the moon with these scoundrels and theives
watching the gold sun rise from a drunken beach
you know these drunks and whores are as holy as the church
everything is sacred from these bars to this earth
the words on your tongue ,from your parched holy lips
the cigarettes smoke and the gun on your hip
we'll madly shake the cages till the blind men see
we'll wait for the sage to drop us a key
from the moon where he lives with golden ideas
of freedom for the all these friends of mine who live here
the beautiful,rowdy, prisioners of war
the beautiful ones who were stoned, they called them whores
we got men on crutches and women with the shakes
brown paper bags with bottles and pills like snakes
we wake to the mountain where fog lays low
its always monsoon season when we're on the road
its bruises on your knees and booze on your breath
whos to say when evil falls from the west
is not to the swift , nor is it to the strong
one minute shes with you and the next minute shes gone
it beats inside your chest, its the thunder red
the holy wind in your sails , until you drop dead
where are stand , when you stand, or if you stand at all
where the smallest man in the world can become10 feet tall
I wrestled with the great lion I grabbed hold of his blond main
im so far east of eden and ive been seaching for cain
ive been howling at the moon with these scoundrels and theives
watching the gold sun rise from a drunken beach
Track Name: When I Laid My Guns Down
When I laid my guns down, I thought you would marry me
I played that horn under the willow tree
I saw the ghost in the lake with electric eyes
all fire and smoke in the night sky

shes every color you've ever seen
she'll cut you down to your knees
she'll drain your blood down to the bone
you would gladly invite this woman into your home

i was wiser once, i can be wiser still
im not the same man but ive got the same will
i get older now , i learn how to lie
wont you write something nice about me when I die

i got big brown eyes to stare you down
from across the room in your wedding gown
i sold that ring and pawned it for cash
i bought myself a coffin made out of brass
from melted down horns with copper tones
the mouth piece from my uncles trombone
he went off traveling when i was a kid
he sent me pictures of this spanish woman he loved in madrid
he said "you cant let'm get you down"
"you can dance on my grave when i leave this town"
and if the storms rise and im swallowed by the sea
then i'll visit you in a dream

i am the cactus , i am the desert dry
the vultures circle above in the sky
theres always two roads from which to choose
but are you sorry for the things you do?

its funk and its soul, its late night
its better than it was with my first wife
its not heaven or hell, its someplace in between
its an open room with wooden floors and japanese screens

when i finish my painting, when my novel's complete
when i walk across the coals on my bare feet
when my mother sees what i have become
then you can judge me on all the songs i have sung

well im alright, the brush is still in play
i took a breath of city air and i begged her to stay
i'm still writing because i'm still moved to write
if we have to leave does it have to be tonight
well i got big plans to leave this town
i was younger then , but im older now
i follow them wolves wherever they go
and i was made to roam

When I laid my guns down, I thought you would marry me
I played that horn under the willow tree
I saw the ghost in the lake with electric eyes
all fire and smoke in the night sky