Candles of Paradise

by Candles of Paradise

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    This is a split cassette of Candles of Paradise of Brooklyn and Neverland of Portland, Oregon. It is lovingly handmade in Brooklyn, NY by Nancy Brown.

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released July 7, 2011

Nancy Brown: vocals, keyboards
Steve Hill: Drums
Recorded by Justin Collins at Satisfactory Recording Co.
Denton, TX 2011




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Candles of Paradise Brooklyn, New York

Candles of Paradise is named after a Serbian Wallach funeral rite. "The dozens of little candles they light and that twinkle in the early morning dusk are the 'Candles of Paradise.' When light overcomes darkness, and knowledge triumphs over ignorance, man can finally lay claim to eternity." - Herman C. Vuylsteke ... more

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Track Name: In the Chapel
I know it's been a bad love for the both of us,
and I know I've been unkind.
Oh, but in the chapel, you held my hand,
and it was the both of us, oh just you and me,
and the eyes of a forgiving God.

I know I've cussed and fought against you,
but please believe I've been redeemed.
Can't you see the son of God in that window?
Oh, see him smiling, arms extended,
so full of understanding.
Yes, God.

I know I may be crying,
but honey don't get the wrong idea.
Oh, 'cause in the chapel, you held my hand,
and I knew I loved you. Yes, I love you
and I always will.
Track Name: AA Meeting
I went to an AA meeting,
though I don't recall the words.
There must've been some kind of peace there
that I know I don't deserve,
oh 'cause I can't stay quit for the life of me,
though I drink so dangerously.
I keep thinking hallelujah's in the next glass.
I keep thinking the lord's looking out for me.

I wanna own my own gun.
I wanna be called a man.
I wanna hunt my own food,
strike a bargain with the land.
Oh, I'm tired of all these Yankees,
and what they don't understand.
Who the hell lives here anyway?
It's too goddamn cold.
Goddamn cold, goddamn cold.

I know there's some kind of wilderness
out there for fools like me.
I gotta find me that place,
oh and I'm gonna build.
I'm gonna build.
I'm gonna build.
I'm gonna build, oh, till I'm dead!
Track Name: At Last I Have an Answer
They laid me to rest in fields of plenty.
My love, wilt thou come to me?
Come show thy face.
Lay it close to my grave.
My love, I need some company.
At last I have an answer.
God spake unto me.
I'll tell thee all of,
of God's burning grace,
of fields so aflame
with a song only, only dead men can hear.
I'll tell thee of a king, my love,
who shared thy sweet name.
I crave thy fair face.
My love, wilt thou come to me?
Come share my grave.
Oh, come share my grave.
My love, God is good.