The Indeterminates

Finalized cut of Astounding Grace

2006-01-14T08:28:53Z

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!

Another cut of falling star.

2006-01-06T08:08:11Z

version3

Falling Star

2006-01-05T12:06:14Z

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.

Muddy-puddled, frozen-fingered dusk
Walk out, smell the approaching rain
Last rays of light before encroaching darkness
As the night begins again

How do you gather the shards of a fallen star
A fleeting glimmer in an infinite night
How do you pick up the pieces of a shattered life
And reach once more towards the light?

I knew it couldn't last forever
Still never thought it would end this way
Turning my back on all I've known
Leaving behind the warmth of the day

How do you gather the shards of a fallen star
A fleeting glimmer in an infinite night
How do you pick up the pieces of a shattered life
And walk once more towards the light?

And still on lonely nights I think of you
As the clouds begin to form
Of how long ago you moved through my life
Coming and going like a storm

How do you gather the shards of a fallen star
A fleeting glimmer in an infinite night
How do you pick up the pieces of a shattered life
And reach once more towards the light?

Falling Star

take your pills and call me

2006-01-03T21:48:22Z

How is it that just one girl
Can settle in my chest,
And spread herself to every single bone?
You chase me through through my dreams at night,
Refuse to give me rest,
And when I wake, I’m shaking and alone.

And you’re the most intoxicating
Illness I have had,
A fever dream that I just can’t resist.
And though I know there’s remedies,
I think that I’d be glad
To stay in my unmedicated bliss.

But somewhere through convulsive tremors,
I hear you call to me,
And suddenly I know that I’m not dreaming,
And as the fever starts to break,
I finally can see
That convalescing, incandescing
Light that you are beaming.

And all of this because I chose
To taste the heaven of your lips,
To fall into your eyes, so dark, yet bright.
And as you sit beside me
And caress me with your fingertips,
I start to think: “perhaps I’ll be all right.”

The fever breaks,
But we go on and on, babe,
We go on and on.

rough cut

And a new cut of "hill and dale"

2005-12-30T07:58:19Z

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.

Two Updates

2005-12-30T06:04:54Z

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 Grace
I walk out to the car
and pull out onto the drive
I say goodbye to home and hearth
and I'm finally alive
A hundred dollars in my jeans
and a half a tank of gas
and on the freeway the sun is rising
from behind an overpass.

Some people travel to find themselves
Some people travel to lose themselves
I don't know if I'm found or lost
But that road is calling me

An indeterminate destination
is all that lies before me
and I hope whatever I find there
will cure me and restore me
My hair is blowing in the wind
My spirit is untamed
and the freedom that I've yearned for
is now at last reclaimed

Some people travel to find themselves
Some people travel to lose themselves
I don't know if I'm found or lost
But that road is calling me

And I will send you a postcard when I arrive.

Acoustic version.

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

the hill and dale of my youth

2005-12-29T04:22:33Z

It’s a long way home
It’s a long way back to the farms and fields.
It’s a lonely road
Strewn with beer cans, and cigarette butts.

Same old dusty road.
Same old stars dancing high above me.
And the old pain inside of me
Rises up once more.

Father, won’t you tell me
How the water turns to rain?
And Father, won’t you speak to me
Like you did long ago, when I was a babe?

City boy, go home.
You’re not weclome here, with your fancy clothing.
City boy, go home.
We don’t know you, anymore.

Father, won’t you tell me
How the wheat turns to grain?
And Father, won’t you teach me
How to be your son again?

December 5th; the moon was blue.
That’s the last time I saw you.

Bass and vocal breakdown

December Wind

2005-12-28T11:30:38Z

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

Tuesday evening;
the cold December breeze
seems to whistle out a crying lonesome blues.
Why am I sighing
like the wind between the trees
with my head hung down
staring at my shoes?

Sometimes we lose it
even grown men need to weep
And sometimes the howling winds
outside our door won't let us sleep

Why am I tired?
Been awake for far too long
and my body is protesting its plight.
Why am I singing
this anguished song
on this long cold dark
December night?

Sometimes I lose it
even grown men need to weep
And sometimes the howling winds
outse my door won't let me sleep

But I will take what's given me
And hope to see a better day
And I will take what's given me
I can't do it any other way

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

the rosy tint

2005-12-28T08:08:39Z

Whatever happened to
The dreams we used to dream?
The wishes that we made on starlit skies?
Whatever happened to
That alabster gleam
Of hope resounding through the thunder’s cries?

I wish I could return to days
My heart remembers fondly,
To finding wonder in a stone,
Or secret pathways through the trees.
I wish I could return to days
I spurned, not knowing what I had,
And make the most of time that I wasted.

But children won’t stay small;
That Father Time moves awful fast,
And youth is truly wasted on the young.
And though perhaps I’ve grown to tall
To slip into the looking glass,
There’s a certain hope in everything I’ve sung.

The fact is, we remember all
The joy our lives were filled with then,
The magic of the earth and sky,
The stories and the lullabies,
And maybe if we find the time
To be filled with wonder, now and then,
We’ll know that all our time wasn’t wasted.

(I pray it wasn’t wasted.)

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

a rainy night in london town

2005-12-27T09:27:13Z

Boulevards of cobblestone
Echo pitter, patter, pit.
The moon is fuzzy from the drops;
I thank god for another rainy night.

How lucky I am to be safe inside,
Wrapped in blankets and gasoline heat.
I think of my forefathers in London,
Struggling for fire with a single lump
Of black coal.

How they must have huddled then,
Together in front of their little stoves,
Bodies of loved ones pressed in tight.
It makes a fellow wonder,

Were they closer then,
There, in the dark,
Barely able to see
Each others faces,
Worn with dirt,
Worn with worry,
Worn with the weariness
From barely scraping by.

But warm,
Warm,
Warm, despite the cold,
Warmed from within,
From the touch of a kindred spirit,
A heart beating just as theirs,
Against all odds, still beating.

And the rain falls on sleepy London town
Just as then, just as then, just as then.
But I doubt it sleeps as soundly.

Rought cut of "Tonight I Write a Love Song"

2005-12-27T06:28:29Z

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.

the grand adventure

2005-12-26T09:12:00Z

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.

Tonight I write a love song

2005-12-25T00:52:27Z

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.

a new one

2005-11-28T10:26:11Z

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)

the source of all creation

2005-11-14T11:11:51Z

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.