Shadows

by Makeshift Lullaby

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"Shadows" is the debut full length album of Makeshift Lullaby, originally a solo project turned full band. Throughout its three-year existence, the band featured a variety of different musicians on guitar, drums, and piano, but always featured John Black (vocals/guitar) and Andrew Iuso (bass/backing vocals). The album was recorded over the course of a full year, between November 2009 and November 2010, at various different recording studios in New York with producer Tom Rosato acting as producer/engineer. The album was officially released on iTunes on March 22, 2011. Makeshift Lullaby disbanded in April 2012.

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released March 22, 2011

Produced and Engineered by Tom Rosato of Stacks of Wax Productions.
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Jersville Studios and Sonart Studios in Kingston, NY

All songs written and composed by John Black and Makeshift Lullaby

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John Black New York, New York

JOHN BLACK originally hails from NYC. Formerly the frontman of the powerhouses MAKESHIFT LULLABY and SARAH'S REDEMPTION, he began to release music under his solo moniker in 2015 hoping to branch out. His music has been described as a haunting blend of ambient pop with definitive rock influences and intelligent, catchy lyrics and choruses. ... more

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Track Name: Gracious Lady
Wednesday night romance, the lovers hit the street,
smoking cigarettes he bought from the bodega, so cheap.
She kisses him with passion as he sweeps her off her feet,
with a force so swift and strong,
her aching heart skips a beat.
But what he doesn't know
about this gracious lady, so sweet,
is that if he wants her more than once,
he's got some others to compete with.
She doesn't care, he seems to be happy,
if only for a single night, his own small eternity.
So, he takes her hand and he leads the way,
they can worry about details another time, another day.
It's not enough for him
he's done this all a thousand times before,
because in the back of his mind, she can be one more.
Oh, gracious lady.

They take the quiet walk back to the bar,
positively amazed they've even made it this far.
Their friends dissect every single move they make,
with eyes like razor blades, cutting away.
They take comfort in each other's warm lips,
leaving no space to breathe, hands on each other's hips.
The lovers write a story as they continue to pretend,
and the plot line thickens, but doesn't ever seem to end.
Oh, gracious lady.
Track Name: At A Loss
From the walls and streets of Astor Place,
to the serenity of my saving grace,
to the graffiti tattooed on the walls of my mind,
I'm thinking about the better days
when we fit together in every way but, these days,
it seems that feeling is so hard to find.
But I'm a long way from home,
and this argument is over.
Now I'm hanging up the phone.

Because, on and on, we sing this song,
pretending that we know its true meaning.
It's a metaphor for the way we are,
speaking our words in tongue.
But the points just seem to evaporate
as we go along.

I breathe in the air of memory
as I make my way down this crowded street,
without an image or a care in my head.
The evening breaks and triggers street lights
under this moonlit summer sky,
and it paints a portrait of orange and red.
Still, I'm a long way from home,
and to understand this decision,
I'll take this walk alone.

Because, on and on, we sing this song,
pretending that we know its true meaning.
It's a metaphor for the way we are,
speaking our words in tongue,
but the points just seem to evaporate
as we go along.

Well, I wish you wouldn't be so vain,
and I wish you weren't associated with my name.
How much longer must we play this game...
another week, another year,
another time span mapped with fear?
Another month, another day?
You never mattered anyway.

Because on and on, we sing this song,
pretending that we know its true meaning.
It's a metaphor for the way we are,
speaking our words in tongue,
but the points just seem to evaporate
as we go along.
Track Name: Warburton & Main
So, there you stood,
on the corner of Warburton and Main,
with looks to kill and words to do the same.
It's days like that I realize that you truly are alone,
and that I'm not coming home.

I can see this moment
as it passes me right by.
I can see this moment,
and I'll spend the rest of my life
wondering why.

And now we stand,
on the corner of Warburton and Main,
with little of our patience for this game.
It's nights like these that I realize
that I truly am alone,
and that I have no place to call my own.

I can see this moment
as it passes me right by.
I can this moment,
and I'll spend the rest of my life
wondering why.
Track Name: A Steady Reign
Go ahead, steal my words and use them as your own.
I don't like when you take that plaigeristic tone.
These thoughts repeat in multiples,
just dancing through my head.
Round and round they go, over and over again.

Well, I'm not one to call you
on your vain and eager ways,
and I'm not one to hold you down
when you're walking all over me.

There you go, once again, ruling on your throne.
Your entire world of reign consists of me alone.

Well, I'm not one to call you
on your vain and eager ways,
and I'm not one to hold you down
when you're walking all over me.
Track Name: The Monster, The Hero & The Victim
Porcelain teeth, cherry flavored lipgloss
surrounds a mouth fighting to hide
what it truly wishes to reveal.
When every day becomes a battle
and every breath holds dear,
when does it become time to draw the line?

Stay quiet now, you may wake the monster,
and foil the plans we've fought so hard to keep.
There's a whole new world left for us to see,
so let's make our escape, now, while he sleeps.

Porcelain teeth, cherry flavored lipgloss,
surrounds a mouth fearing to tell a soul
what it truly means to feel pain.
When every day becomes a battle
and every breath could be your last,
when does it become time to say goodbye?

Stay quiet now, you may wake the monster,
and foil the plans we've fought so hard to keep.
There's a whole new world left for us to see,
so let's make our escape, now, while he sleeps.

Running mascara, the tears smear hope
over the victim's lucid eyes,
fighting every moment to stay awake.
She heaves, expelling the liquid remedies
she's consumed to take her pain away.

Stay quiet now, you may wake the monster,
and foil the plans we've fought so hard to keep.
There's a whole new world left for us to see,
so let's make our escape, now, while he sleeps.
Track Name: Moment of Truth
The morning broke with news both grand and bleak,
and was met by a sense of ignorant indifference.
When I awoke, there was a task I was meant to meet,
but was brushed aside and stripped of all its purpose.
And, just like that, it all became clear to me
that the dream had been pulled abruptly from beneath us.
Now I can't apologize for my inability
to remove myself from this blanket of security.

Because I can't force them all to listen
to what they've already heard,
and I can't change the fact
that they can't seem to ever find the words.
What I do know that where we are now
is quite far from where we were and,
if we don't change now,
we doom ourselves
to what they all said would occur.

We haven't spoken past the obvious
it seems in months, or days, or weeks.
I can't recall, it all blurs
as one single time span to me.
As we drift and float, indefinitely apart,
the only thing that seems uniting is the love of the art.
But what is overlooked and cast aside
in this never ending fight
is the fact that none of it seems reflective
underneath a different light.

And I can't bleed what I don't feel
just for the sake of a brand, and
I can't maturity to those too young to understand.
There's no feeling in forcing masses
to clap and sing upon command
if all they wan't to do is watch and remain,
lifeless, where they stand.

If I only knew then what I know,
we would have never come this far.
If I only knew...

I can't bleed what I don't feel
just for the sake of the brand, and
I can't market an experience
to those who will never understand.
There's no feeling in forcing masses
to clap and sing upon command
if all they want to do is watch and remain,
lifeless, where they stand.

And we can't force them all to listen
to the same generic song,
and act surprised and insulted
when they don't want to sing along.
And as we come to the end of all we did
resulting from our youth,
will we let ourselves fall apart
at this great moment of truth?
Track Name: Reflection
I am a child,
born of the marriage
of dependency and reckless intent,
giver of messages that could only be crafted
by the heart's inner deepest lament
for the things I've done, the battles I've won,
even if at the cost of my friends,
for the loss of love that came as a result
of the very regrets
that only made me stronger in the end.

But you were my chance to survive,
the one fleeting I have to keep alive,
with the spark you've ignited inside
that starts a fire the second your skin touches mine.

I've watched the certainties in life
turn out to be false claims
and watched my sanity come unglued,
but you have proven to be
the most worthy kind of happiness I've ever pursued.

You were my chance to survive,
the one fleeting I have to keep alive,
with the spark you've ignited inside
that starts a fire the second your skin touches mine.
Track Name: For Sarah (The Big Years)
It's amazing to me how, out of all my memories,
you're the only one that won't fade with age.
And after eighteen years have passed,
your tiny shadow is still cast
over a set of scenery that remains the same.

I still have that dream
where we walk the city streets and rant,
back and forth, on and on, about everything.
But at the end of each one,
I look up and you're gone,
and I'm left here
with nothing more than a memory.

It seems to hit me more
as the "big years" come and go
and I find myself reaching milestones
that I now have so much more to prove
than any one man can strive to,
because I have to live twice as hard
for the life that never came to you.

I still have that dream
where we walk the city streets and rant,
back and forth, on and on, about everything.
But at the end of each one,
I look up and you're gone,
and I'm left here
with nothing more than a memory.

In every single one of those dreams,
I fight for every second longer I can stay asleep,
because I know with every bit of certainty
that I have precious little time for you to see
the life that I've lived,
how much things have changed since we were kids,
and I'd hope that somewhere, somehow,
that you'd be proud of me.

I still have that dream
where we walk the city streets and rant,
back and forth, on and on, about everything.
But at the end of each one,
I look up and you're gone,
and I'm left here
with nothing more than a memory.
Track Name: Shadows
I lay awake in bed and wonder how I got to be so numb. I watch the sun make its way across the room until the day is done. It's not the shadows I live in that I find to be a growing cause of concern, but rather that they continue to haunt me even when the sun makes its return. Have I passed my prime? Have I all but lost my mind? Have I made the biggest mistake of any or all time?

I lay awake in bed and wonder how I can ever be so numb. This bottle that I drink from puts a harsh tone on the words of my tongue. It's not the shadows I live in that I find to be a growing cause of concern, but rather that they continue to haunt me even when the sun makes its return. Have I passed my prime? Have I all but lost my mind? Have I made the biggest mistake of any or all time?
Track Name: The Voice Beneath The Man
We wish only for the best,
yet spend all our time settling for less.
We waste our lives making these endless requests,
but in the end, do we ever benefit?
We watch our lives pass us by,
a lifetime gone in the blink of an eye,
and we make our lists of things to do before we die,
but in the end, we're only as good as the ride.

Well, I want you all to know
that I'm doing the best I can.
When this is all over,
I hope I can understand,
the voice beneath the man.

We lay our worries to rest
when we're sure we've passed all of life's little tests,
but no matter how much material we possess,
in the end, the pain will always manifest.

Well, I want you all to know
that I'm doing the best I can.
When this is all over,
I hope I can understand,
the voice beneath the man.
Track Name: Eviction Notice
Take a breath and take a bow.
Have a smoke to calm you down.
Reflect upon the promises I knew you'd never keep.
Now I know, you won't be coming home to me.

Take a breath and take a bow.
Burn your ties and promises
right down to the ground.
Put on another puppet show,
but this time don't use me.
I'm sure there's tons of other pawns
that would love your company.

Don't even try.
Your money is no good here;
your credit is sky high.
Don't even try,
because I know all your secrets
and I've heard all the lies.

Take this in and take it now,
and just know that your words
may one day bring you down.
Everything that you once thought
that you held so close and dear
will vanish soon into the night.

Don't even try.
Your money is no good here;
your credit is sky high.
Don't even try,
because I know all your secrets
and all your alibis.
Track Name: Shots In The Dark
We may not be the smartest kids,
and I know we lack the class of some,
but I can guarantee we have more fun than anyone.
Between hidden meanings in our story lines,
the subtle hints between two sides,
I can't recall a time that I've had so much fun.

And for this endless five days, I'll live nocturnally,
fighting sleep and simple nourishment my body needs,
allow exhaustion to take hold
of every corner of my psyche
just to pass out in your arms
in the quiet hours of the morning.
I'll embrace the simple feelings we've allowed to bud,
and taste the bittersweet life in this lustful blood,
if it means I'll spend another hour
fighting everything I know
is guaranteed to end the second you get up and go.
We got tonight.

We've got one night for all this to last,
before it's all in the past
and everybody goes their separate ways.
The comfort of our private thoughts,
now documented at the cost of prying eyes
that just can't wait.

And for this endless five days, I'll live nocturnally,
fighting sleep and simple nourishment my body needs,
allow exhaustion to take hold
of every corner of my psyche
just to pass out in your arms
in the quiet hours of the morning.
I'll embrace the simple feelings we've allowed to bud,
and taste the bittersweet life in this lustful blood,
if it means I'll spend another hour
fighting everything I know
is guaranteed to end the second you get up and go.
We got tonight.

If anyone knew what could have become,
if anyone could savor such a time, it's us.
We got tonight.
Track Name: The Day After (Come Back To Me)
These past couple weeks have been nothing but tests,
a series of meals I can't seem to digest.
And, although we have issues, you are my sustenance,
and I'm starving for you.

I've spent enough of my time
writing out detailed lists,
drinking far too much wine,
verbalizing with fists,
just trying to figure out
just what it is I miss:
the thought or the presence?

Oh, I'm no good on my own,
not enough to justify
what I've tried to postpone.
So come back to me,
where you belong, at home.
Just please, come back to me.
Come set me free.
Track Name: Paper Bullets
There was a time that I believed
the very thing that I need
is a healthy sense of self-respect and dignity.
This self empowered sort of drive
helped me keep a dying dream alive
and develop strength and confidence in my abilities.
And now, I think I'm ready.

I've learned to be the person I'm supposed to be,
and I've learned that this world isn't just about me.
I've learned.

They may knock me for my ideals,
for the things I do, for the way I feel,
but their words are paper bullets
and my skin is made of steel.
The urgency of this crusade
is just what I've tried to disobey,
as to not get caught in the loveless bed I'd made.
My desire to be that person has decayed.

I've learned to be the person I'm supposed to be,
and I've learned that this world isn't just about me.
I've learned.