From The Park To Your Apartment

by Borderline Angelic

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about

The third studio album, and last solo venture, from Borderline Angelic.

"From The Park To Your Apartment" marks the end of Borderline Angelic as a solo venture. Recorded raw and unedited, BA's third studio album of driving folk and acoustic rock seals cracks between 2004's "Pray For Rain" and the upcoming release of "The Untimely Death Of Romance". A collection of eleven completely new songs, "From The Park..." touches more on prophetic lyricism and poetry than landscapes of sound. In fact, only five separate instruments were used to record the entire album: two acoustic guitars, one twelve-string guitar, one electric guitar, and a kazoo.

The last song on the album, "But Listen!...", gives the listener a preview of what to expect from Borderline Angelic in years in come.

Taken from the liner notes:

"I decided to try something I haven't done in awhile. Believe in myself. Borderline Angelic, in it's new form, has been working dilligently on finishing another full-length release. Working with drums, bass, violin, and another vocalist, I ended up with a collection of other songs that just wouldn't work in that setting. I liked the songs so much that I decided to release them in the same way I released my previous albums. Solo, unedited, real."

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released February 11, 2008

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Track Name: Hurricane
I thought that if I just gave it some time
Things might be different
I thought if I just moved away, gave you some space
Things might be different
I thought that time was what hearts required
To obsess and fill up all the hollow spaces
And now I see this endless sea
Is just the storm that I've been waiting to embrace

And you might be an ocean of trouble
But I think I like it
And you might be a mess or a wreck
But what does that make me, my darling?
And who better to prevent a disaster
Than a fellow hurricane?
Maybe yesterday we loved with worry
But today I think we've changed

And now I bide my days and nights alone
And pondering every single raindrop
They're making up the soundtrack to my never-ending
Wandering, useless thoughts
Counting down and crossing out the days I've kept
Until we meet again, dear
Playing quietly the songs I hope that one day
You will finally hear

And you might be an ocean of trouble
But I think I like it
And you might be a mess or a wreck
But what does that make me, my darling?
And who better to prevent a disaster
Than a fellow hurricane?
Maybe yesterday we loved with worry
But today I think we've changed
Track Name: Making You A Tape
I'm making you a tape
Of nothing but static
To imagine the waves of the beach in south California
I'm making you a tape
Of the songs that have changed you
And we'll both sit and watch as they change you
Again and again; each better than the last

If you can give me some time
I can find the perfect pick of both design and disaster
If you can give me some time
I can find the perfect songs to describe my behavior
I hope eventually that I can
Find a good reason just to come out and say it
And then you'll see what I mean
When I finish the gift I've always dreamt of giving

I'm making you a tape
Of all those bands you liked in high school
Like The Appleseed Cast
And some other young angry songwriters
A tape's just a reason
To record a piece of you
Another excuse to use prolific words
To get close enough to you

If you can give me some time
I can find the perfect mix of both design and disaster
If you can give me some time
I can find the perfect songs to describe my behavior
I hope eventually that I can
Find a good reason just to come out and say it
And then you'll see what I mean
When I finish the gift I've always dreamt of giving

That I've always dreamt of giving
Track Name: All You've Kept In Hidden Toyboxes
The floor is always colder
When we both wake up beside each other
We'll dance to make it warm
The rooms are always dark
When we are talking in the night
We'll light it with our laughter
The thunder of the storm is always louder
When we're both apart
We'll hush it with a phone call
The dreams of us together
Always play so beautifully
When dreamt beside you now

And even all the perfect chairs
The furniture we'll buy and share
Are nothing more than mere possessions
Here without you now
And all our high school pictures
And memories of us
You've hid inside a toy box
Nothing more than faceless smiles now

The phone is always ringing
When we want to be alone
We'll kiss to drown it out
The weight of the world is always right upon us
Embrace the rush, and live it now
And all the things collected over time
Need dusting more than ever
Renew it all with simple talk, a glass of wine
And time together

And even all the perfect chairs
The furniture we'll buy and share
Are nothing more than mere possessions
Here without you now
And all our high school pictures
And memories of us
You've hid inside a toy box
Nothing more than faceless smiles now

Nothing more than faceless smiles now...
Track Name: Gypsy, Gypsy
Oh gypsy, gypsy
What have you done to me?
You're sure that the pain in my head will subside
That you can guarantee
This is crazy
It tastes so bittersweet
It kind of burns like a whiskey fire
But it makes me feel complete

But when will my love return to me from sea?
When will this draft I was given to drink
Have some effect on me?
You say the potion's quick, but I'd have to disagree
Or else I'd hear the sailor's cry
To bring my love to me

Oh gypsy, gypsy
Her ship's been washed ashore
Do you think you have a potion there
To make her breathe once more?
For now the show is over
I guess I finally see
This was all a way to put my fears back on display
And finally set me free
Set me free...

But when will my love return to me from sea?
When will this draft I was given to drink
Have some effect on me?
You say the potion's quick, but I think that I contest
Or else I'd hear the sailor's cry
To lay my love at rest
Track Name: This Is My Confession (This Is Your Retreat)
I bet that it's nothing
Just some useless infection
But I thought I'd come in
And get it checked out anyways
This always happens
When you bottle things up
The glass begins to crack and splinter
From the inside out

I have always loved you
And I always will
But I've never wanted you
And that's a problem, I know
I know that that sounds stupid
And it always makes you mad
But it's the best excuse
The best excuse I've ever had

Everyone's running
Away from something or someone
But, in my case, I do nothing
And everyone else retreats
And I'm not sorry for anything I've done
Or said to you
'Cause we're the living proof
That there's no shred of hope
For love left in this world
Or any other world
Inhabited by humans

And I have always loved you
And I always will
But I've never wanted you
And I never, ever will
I know that that sounds stupid
And it always makes you mad
Or sad, or whatever you call it
But it's the best excuse
The best excuse I've ever had

It's the best excuse
The best excuse I've ever had
It's the best excuse
The best excuse I've ever had
Track Name: Tapdancing For An Invisible Audience
Every single night
It's just another empty stage
Another empty audience
Wishing me a good performance
"Hope you break a leg!"
A friend or colleague says
My eyes stay front and fixed
I'm sure that no one out there even listens
To a word I sing; that I sing

Now I dance with some taps on my feet
I'm your entertainment cheap
You don't see me, you see right through me
With no apology
How can I make you understand?
That this is art and not just music on demand?
And somehow reach you, reach you, reach you

Every single night
The spotlight tries to take my life away
And somehow leave me trembling there
Both feet in, exposed, and on display
And now cue the screaming please
As I drop down to my knees
I need an ambulance
Another good distraction
Just to keep the focus off of me

Now I'll dance with some taps on my feet
I'm your entertainment cheap
You don't see me, you see right through me
With no apology
How can I make you understand?
That this is art and not just music on demand?
And somehow reach you, reach you, reach you

Now you're invisible to me
And now who is the joke it seems?
I can't see you, you can't see me
And I have no sympathy
One day I'll make you understand
That this is art and not just music on demand
And somehow reach you, reach you, reach you