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Lucky Ago

by Color Theory

Shatterproof 03:49
A walk in the woods at midnight I come to a swimming hole To stare at a pool of water And view my mortal soul Absorbed in youth I’m shatterproof Right in front of you A bleeding tooth I’m shatterproof Bent not broken Haunt me for seven years Cover up all the mirrors I gathered up all the pieces A suicide in reverse To bury them in the moonlight And nullify the curse The kissing booth I’m shatterproof Right in front of you The gospel truth I’m shatterproof Someone’s white lie Show us how we look What we really look like Not how we imagine we really look like Blinding light Now you’re mine Show us how we look What we really look like Not how we imagine we really look like How you shine Capsize the night
Unsigned 04:24
I thought that we were better friends Until I read your letter filled with odd demands It's like a pyramid scheme where no one makes money It might be funny if I thought it was a joke If I don’t spread this note around Pass out these photocopies scattered on the ground Maybe I’ll pull a muscle maybe catch pneumonia Or fall into a coma never to wake up You can't break the chain Our souls are entwined Damned if I do damned if I don't I’m caught between uncertainty and broken bones You'll never live it down if something happens to me Sign it yours truly seal the contract with my blood You can’t break the chain Our souls are entangled In words on a page A man on a stage Flies into a rage The letter unsigned I’ll stop this madness in the end Suspecting darker days are just around the bend Can’t bring myself to curse the people closest to me My dearest beauty bound by ink and written off
Hand 03:50
Do what you don’t do what you do With two pair eights and aces I see you don’t see what I see Misfortune through the ages The gunfighter An Old West tragic hero Shot in cold blood (remember) That very hand foreshadowed Holding the dead man’s hand in black Tying the damsel to the railroad tracks Do what you don’t do what you do For soon you’ll be forgotten I see you don’t see what I see Ill-fated slave to caution Your number’s up An end to your sob story Your skin is flushed (on fire) A crowning blaze of glory Holding the dead man’s hand in black Destined to take a bullet in the back Do what you don’t do what you do And sleep with one eye open I see you don’t see what I see Your ultimate destruction Holding the dead man’s hand in black Listen and you can almost hear the crack
Avian 04:35
How is your wife today Mr. General? Off to the front to lead Another battle One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret Never to be told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird You must not miss Avian Grim Reaper White with a black necktie Good morning Mr. Magpie Seen on a windowsill Death is pending Pay him his due respects Or risk offending Bane of the gamekeeper Mischievous and flighty Acting high and mighty Call out politely Birds of a feather rise And swarm like mayflies Cawing their battle cries To blot the sunrise Wreath for a fallen friend A blackbird funeral Requiem on the grass Of their cathedral
Phobiac 03:42
Welcome back Put me on the thirteenth floor Yes the one that isn’t here A missing button in a box Distance is to disappear Thirteen steps up the gallows stairs The thirteenth guest will die in the year Thirteen knots in a hangman’s noose Thirteen cards all share the same suit Thirteen feet which the guillotine falls Thirteen witches in a coven enthrall Thirteen letters in your name You’re bound to have devil’s luck Are you a triskaidekaphobiac? Just another heart attack Welcome back Just a number just a day A baker’s dozen nothing more A missing button in a box Seals the elevator door Welcome back Fourteenth floor masquerade I return to face my fear A missing button in a box Reappears Are you ever coming back?
Lore 02:08
Dismembered 04:11
In a cemetery Voices will carry Solemn and often grim Sympathetic magic Useful yet tragic Binds a dismembered limb Don’t you dare get caught without it If prophecy is true The remedy is Silver mounted dyed on a keychain A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot Killed at midnight under a full moon Tears streamed down as my hand shook I’m never doing that again More or less uncertain Throw back the curtain Fortune or certain doom Violent pornographic Bury the hatchet Floor of the cutting room Second thoughts still linger I run my finger Through the discolored fur History advances I’ll take my chances Lay bare the jugular
Fingers 04:41
Silence can be a virtue it’s true High hopes destined to blossom in you Casting a spell I’m ringing a bell I’m crossing my fingers Wishing you well Wishing you well I’m kissing and telling Strangely compelling Glowing with pride Whisper tell me a secret desire Blameless I’m only playing with fire Clearing my conscience Betting on nonsense Crossing my fingers Wishing you well Wishing you well I’m kissing and telling Glowing with pride I’m dying inside Faithless I’ll stop at nothing to win Lawless breaking commandments I sin Laughing it off My fingers are crossed The same empty gesture Pardons a lie You have a grievance I have a sixth sense Spare me the pretense It doesn’t count
Sniper 04:16
Rotting in a foxhole Dying to live We’re just food for soil now Nitrogen rich Pull yourself together You’ll be alright Smoking is unhealthy You got a light? Are you insane or are you trying to get me killed? You never take the third light from the same match Carry your own lighter Don’t be a fool Disrespecting heroes Playing it cool I’ll knock your hand to heaven If you do that again We are not immortal We’re only men Never trust a sniper To suffer an itch When they pull the trigger They rarely miss Looks as white as Christmas Speaks Japanese Chanting Bloody Mary Death comes in threes Soldier lights his cigarette Sniper spots a mortal threat Second solider takes a light Sniper has you in his sights Third light on a match you’re dead Sniper shoots you in the head I won’t be blamed when shots are fired and blood is spilled You never take the third light from the same match
Backward 04:23
You caught me walking backward Counting back from ten Trying to turn my luck around but failing And failing again The trinity was broken A sacred triangle Underneath the rungs against a building I’m building a fall Walking backward Under ladders in reverse Walking backward Superstition break the curse Walking backward This city is a minefield Duck or hit your head Working up the energy For staying in bed Take me back To bread and butter days To simple ways To words we left unsaid I’ll never get ahead Walking backward Maybe I’m unlucky Maybe that’s just life Playing out as karma As I sharpen the knife
Feral 03:34
My thoughts are razor sharp Juggling with mental knives A shadow crosses me There in the flesh One of the devil’s spies A monster roams the streets Out on the prowl again Behold the lioness Dark as the night Hunting the land of men Silent princess goddess of myth Savage feral demon in disguise You cut me off from heaven Fearless with nine lives to one of mine Brimming with life Master of death My wounds are indistinct Prophecy leaves no sign Let’s get this over with Staring at clocks Dying to pass the time Witchcraft crescent omen legend Why bother with revenge? You always land on your feet Misfortune lines my path Hissing at rats Here in the catbird seat


Superstitious? Lucky Ago will make you a believer.

This set is meant to be experienced as a whole, in sequence. Each song is structured for long-term enjoyment. You'll have to wait a little longer for the chorus, but I promise the payoff is worth it.

I’d ask that you take the time to enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed: on headphones, lying down on the couch or reclining in a chair. You may fall asleep for a few minutes here and there, and that’s just fine.

I hope you’ll find it pleasantly depressing.

Read "Why and How I Made My Supernatural Synthwave Album" at bit.ly/2EXZhvb


released October 18, 2019

Color Theory is Brian Hazard

All songs written, performed, and produced
by Brian Hazard (ASCAP) © 2019

Cover art by Sam Todhunter www.samtodhunterart.com
Mastered by Resonance Mastering www.resonancemastering.com

Special thanks to patrons Amy BuGoudi, Burt Empson, Jeroen Visser, John Mondick, Dave Ashton, Neil Barnes, Page One Project, and Quietlaughter.


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