The Indeterminates

Here's our current final cut of Astounding Grace. Guitar, harmonica, bass, keyboards. All it needs now is drums and some backup vocals!

http://www.indeterminates.net/astoundinggrace.mp3

Also, we'd like to welcome bassist Jon Mangrum to the band! He's our new friend we found through Myspace and he's totally rad. Welcome, Jon!

Ben finished this song today and did an acoustic cut of it. He's working on improving his rock sound and would really appreciate any comments you would have on how he's doing and how he could improve the vocals.

( lyrics )

Falling Star

We're just gonna call this "hill and dale" from now on. This is a new cut with louder vocals and guitars.

Now with an actual link, hurr.

Also, www.indeterminates.net now has a website. Check it out.

First of all, we have a new cut of The Rosy Tint.

Ben also wrote a new song, and we present you with the acoustic version.

( Astounding )

Acoustic version.

Comments on both will be accepted on this post. :)

While I was busy figuring out the lyrics for The Rosy Tint, Ben was busy working on this dity.

( December )

http://www.captainquiznospirateclub.org/decemberwind.mp3

http://www.indeterminates.net/tonightiwrite.mp3

I'd like to welcome Ben Cohen to the band. He's going to be doing vocals, lead guitar, rhythm guitar, harmonica...lots of stuff. He's the one who came up with the music for this one.

Welcome, Ben. Glad to have ya. :)

Also, you'll notice we have a domain now. Actual content to follow.

Hey – what’s the story, babe?
Hey – look at your eyes,
Those clouded pools of anxiousness.
Hey – what’s the matter, babe?
Come on, come on…let me save you.

You don’t have to decide;
You don’t have to run so fast.
The stars are out, and we have hours yet
To stay entangled.
Push it from your mind;
We have time alone at last.
Give me one more hour, dear,
So I won’t die…

Gimmie your heart,
Gimmie your soul,
Stay with me.
I barely can breathe,
I’m outta control,
Stay here with me.
Go on, make the right decision;
Feed my fire, cloud my vision,
Stay, stay, stay, baby, with me.

Hey – what’s this anguish, babe?
Hey – don’t you cry,
Our ending isn’t written yet.
Hey – linger on this page.
Come on, come on…lets enjoy it.

We’ll be the ones to escape;
We’ll defy all expectations.
When they get to the final page,
It'll say "To be continued."
It’s barely taking shape;
The bud is show signs of blossom,
And though I can’t say what it’ll be,
I know that it’ll shine…

Gimmie your life,
Gimmie your hand,
Stay with me.
We’ll roll it along
Like nothing was planned,
Just stay with me.
No, I don’t know where we’re headed,
But our ride’s not one to be dreaded,
So stay, stay, stay,
Let me guide your way,
Stay with me.
Baby, stay with me.
I need you baby, baby, stay with me.
Stay with me.

I can just imagine us
In that picturesque scenario;
An overcast and drizzly day;
The hood of my old car;
And you and me together,
Huddled underneath a blanket.
And how we’d watch the world go by
In planes and clouds and bits of sky
And puffs of smoke from houses far away.

And it gives me pause to think of this,
How happy it would make me
Just to hold you tightly next to me
And never let you go.
And all the magic, joy-filled times
We’d have forever after
When on that day I’d find the words to say
“My darling, how I love you so.”

But dreams are just that, picturesque;
Life seldom follows suit,
And always likes to stray from plans
We carefully create.
And putting stock in fancies
Tends to lead to their unraveling.
So I’ll remain a simple man,
And try to catch you if I can
Whenever you may find that you are falling.

And I’ll take that pause to tell you
How you make my life worth living,
And how my heart wells near to bursting
Every time that you appear.
And though I long to give you
All the stars that shimmer from above,
I hope this song will be enough
To tell you how I feel, my love.

disposable lovers are on sale today,
with hearts that will splinter and tatter and fray.
one use and you’ll find you can throw them away,
and if you get bored, well you don’t have to stay
for long

a gesture or smile is all that it takes,
hold one in your arms and then watch how she shakes
and when in a flourish of tears she in-ev-tab-ly breaks,
it won’t be hard to find
a new one
a new one
a new one

i slip through the doorway and think “well I’ve done it again
rescinded the promises I made while playing pretend
and when she awakes I’ll have already made my amends,
since I never was with her at all, my expend-
able doll”

and so i transition from building to street
and the doubt starts to swell in my stomach like hardening concrete
how could I know if I’d just left the girl who would make me complete?
cause I find as time passes
they all seem the same
and although through the years
i’ve perfected my game,
i still long for the one
who would drive me insane,
but all I seem to find is
a new one
a new one
a new one.


(a preview)

2 in the morning,
reclined in my bed,
I put pen to paper
and scratch out these lines,
try to make sense
of the thoughts that are creeping
around in my head
at now of all times.

Why is it always the case that we find
that drive that we seek while the world lies in peace?
What is this seed that embeds in our brains
and disallows all but immediate release?

Genius lies in the darkest of hours,
in notebooks and desklamps
and thoughts disarrayed.
But until my soul says
that my toil is complete,
there’s nothing that I can do but obey.

4 in the morning
and sleep is a memory,
etched in my face
like the lines I lay down.
The flood is increasing;
no longer a trickle
it flows firmly through me
as slowly I drown.

What’s it all for? Why this drawn out endeavour?
Why sacrifice so much for nothing at all?
Why does my soul seek this form of elation,
this arduous, spiraling, glorious fall?

Genius lies in the darkest of hours,
in notebooks and desklamps
and thoughts disarrayed.
But until my soul says
that my toil is complete,
there’s nothing that I can do but obey.

6 in the morning,
and I’m still here writing…

Genius lies in the darkest of hours,
in notebooks and desklamps
and thoughts disarrayed.
But until my soul says
that my toil is complete,
there’s nothing that I can do but obey.