Jay Goldbach - Age of the End

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Something's howling in the night.
What it is, I don't really want to know.
My hands are shakin' as I pour another drink.
But it's off to Nod that I really want to go.

I stare at the ceiling; I climb the walls
It tears at my reason; It's driving me mad

I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night

I've had waking dreams that almost seem unreal
Can I really trust the voices in my head?
If I don't get some sleep you know I'll go insane
But I toss and turn all night and poke the same regrets

I stare at the ceiling; I climb the walls
It tears at my reason; It's driving me mad

I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night

I've tried warm milk and counting sheep,
And smoking weed and herbal tea.
I can't sleep at night


I Can't Hear

Preacher's preachin' and teacher's teachin'
Politicians with their endless speeches
Talking heads on the TV screen
Speaking words they do not mean

You keep talkin' but I can't hear
The more you say, the less you're clear

Police all lined up in their riot gear
Electric anger and collective fear
The laws they force you know they did not write
Only conscience can conquer might

You keep talkin' but I can't hear
The more you say, the less you're clear

Soldiers flyin' to the foreign line
Protect the country and its bottom line
The guns they shoot you know we bought on loan
The Chinese own all our robot drones

You keep talkin' but I can't hear
The more you say, the less you're clear


Age of the End

We are all drowning in oceans of possibility.
We are all swimming to shores that keep moving away.

Here we are at the dawn of the Age of the...
And we are at the dawn of the Age of the End.

We are all spinning the tales that will help us to sleep.
We are all blind to the truth that we cannot deceive.

Here we are at the dawn of the Age of the...
And we are at the dawn of the Age of the End.

We are all drowning in oceans of possibility.
We are all swimming to shores that keep moving away.


The Deal

Can you hear me over the apocalypse?
Can you feel me at the bottom of your well?
Did you know me before I mattered?
Can you see me through your mourning veil?

If they told you how they played the game
Do you think your life would be the same
If they told you, "Son, you’ll have it made..."
"If you look the other way"

Forgive me if I did end it.
Does it matter what good I meant?
I watch the sunrise through blood-covered glasses
Watch the moonrise from the wrong side of hell


Liner Notes

All music written, performed (save drums) and recorded by Jay Goldbach.

My thanks to all of the band mates, friends, family and strangers that in some way contributed to these works. Too many to mention, but never forgotten.

A special thanks to Mike Ricetti for getting me started recording, listening to hundreds of my half-assed attempts and always reminding me to listen.

Credit for the wind sound in The Deal:

Cover Art: Jay Goldbach based on "Untitled" by Zdzislaw Beksinski

Technical Credits: special thanks to Eventide and Newfangled Audio for their amazing plug-ins and the gifted people who create them. And, as much as it pains me to say it, thanks to Apple for creating GarageBand. It's enabled countless musicians who were interested in recording their music but didn't have a decade or a fortune to spend learning how.

Contact Me

If you would like to contact me, just send a message to contact@goldbach.net.


Copyright 2018, Jay Goldbach. All Rights Reserved.