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The Majesty of Our Broken Past

by Color Theory

Gunpowder traces Charcoal circles on the ground Shot me with a Roman candle You really shouldn’t fool around We stood there barefoot Sweating in the summer heat As the rockets turned to rainbows In the middle of our street Now the smoke has cleared The fireworks show is over Steam and sulphur Now the smoke has cleared The days when we were closer Ashes smolder On the Fifth of July I count ten heartbeats Face the heat of your red glare How I'll miss these grand explosions F-bombs bursting in the air Now the smoke has cleared The fireworks show is over Steam and sulphur Now the smoke has cleared Declare your independence Or pledge allegiance Do you want to be free From me On the Fifth of July?
In Motion 03:51
Tell them I’m gone And you don’t know where That life is short The world is unfair Can’t weigh me down I’m lighter than air Been here too long I’m leaving tonight Wings on my feet Prepare to take flight A shooting star A ribbon of light It’s like a game I have no sense of shame The moment you blink's the moment I slip away Cause I have to stay in motion Climbing mountains, sailing oceans The notion that I should stop Ties my heart in knots You say that you agree Honestly? Chasing the sun And running from fame I’ll fake my death And take a new name No two adventures Are ever the same You never knew I had my eye on you It’s easier to escape than to follow through Cause I have to stay in motion It’s a matter of devotion The notion that I should stay Wait what did you say? You want to come with me? Honestly? Cause we have to stay in motion Sailing mountains, climbing oceans The notion of what we’ve got Ties my tongue in knots When galaxies collide I’ll look you in the eye Say I’m glad we shared the ride Honestly.
Glory Days 03:51
Nothing changes in the day by day But then we look back And nothing is the same What do we cling to at the last? Boring stories of foolish acts Enlarged and embellished Sealed and vacuum-packed Best friends can't let go of the past A life in Technicolor Beyond the ever after A yellowed Polaroid Can’t fill the aching void Of glory days Glory days Crushed by the absolute fact That things can never go back To how they used to be Accept wholeheartedly The glory days Those were the glory days Wasn’t ready to come of age Still waiting for my shot at center stage Too immature to let it go I’m inclined to take the longer view The future me seeking out the future you Forever hunting high and low It isn’t all bad, getting older Waited years to kiss you Wasted away And now I do it every day And if you can’t recall We’ll just redo it all The glory days These are the glory days.
I am a non-critical system Stuck on an overcritical rock Lacking the skills, knowledge or training To qualify as an astronaut But could I be a passenger? Stowaway or cargo? Baggage? In space no one can hear you cry I smile and mouth the word goodbye I’ll seek out a colony Whichever one will take me Take me to the stars An object in motion stays in motion An object at rest stays at rest Sound waves can't travel in a vacuum And nobody passes my empathy test But I don’t need an audience Loneliness beats ignorance any day In space no one can hear you cry A satellite to resupply I’ll survey the galaxy Hitchhiking from rover to rover Take me to the stars In space no one can hear you cry Self-conscious of their naked eyes If you join in my fantasy I promise to accept you.
Classic 04:49
I lose myself In beautiful things Does a butterfly die If you tear off its wings? It’s not jealousy In the classical sense I’m black and blue Come tickle me pink The memories smile Lift me out of the drink It’s not suffering In the classical sense The wildest extreme at seventeen Now it’s a classic Can’t blink out the dust in my eyes I’m half alive Marooned in traffic These streets of old I wander with you With a hole in my heart And a rock in my shoe But I know the way In the classical sense In the factual sense So dress me down I’m going out of style But you’re not coming with me No not by a mile You were pretty then You’re beautiful now You’re beautiful now The wildest extreme at seventeen Now it’s a classic Can’t blink out the dust in my eyes I’m half alive Wrapped up in plastic The throwaway scene at seventeen Now it’s a classic Old classmates name-dropping like flies The facile lies Bleeding nostalgic.
Deathwish 04:35
Let’s get this out of the way I want to state clearly right here I have no intention to die But sometimes impulses appear I get the sudden urge To jump in front of trains Or steer the car into The opposing lane And like a fleeting itch I’ve got a deathwish As I’m here talking to you It’s obviously safe to assume That I’m not impulsive enough To act on these fancies of doom But don’t be surprised to find Me standing on a ledge Looking down over that seductive edge Hypnotized by “what if” I’ve got a deathwish If my mind can think it Does that mean it may come true? I want to live, I want to die I guess it’s alright To wonder what's On the other side If you’re a victim of These crazy sorts of thoughts You fear you’re alone out there But clearly not Into the dark abyss We’ve got a deathwish.
Someday we’ll return here Aching for this moment, this night The awareness hits me Soft but brutal like kids in a pillow fight But let’s keep it together And pretend we don’t know the truth Everything will change Nothing stays the same The future you is forever Our entangled fingers Tremble as we take our first breath The nostalgia lingers Like the sound of your voice on a worn cassette But I know things can never Be the way that they used to be But when the mountain crumbles And monuments to love collapse We’ll celebrate together The majesty of our broken past For now let’s act our age Embrace the glory days You’ll wake up tomorrow At the top of the radio dial And make fun of the music I’m the first to admit that it’s not my style But for now I’m content To tap my fingers and sing along.
Untouchable 03:57
How can you lie there sound asleep So vulnerable atop the sheets Indifferent to your nakedness Wide open yet mysterious Immaculately conquerable Explicitly consensual I could touch you anywhere And you wouldn’t wake up (Rejoice) Your body is mine for the taking But something inside me is breaking You’re completely untouchable Who are you? My finger strokes your abdomen Our bodies scream for oxygen The air is thin in paradise Are you prepared to pay the price? You gasp and giggle in your sleep I offer up my soul to keep The spirits smile on us tonight My flawless plaything I worship you I pray at your altar Who do you cling to In the comfort of your mind? Choke down my pride I’m better than this But I can’t deny myself.


It’s a running joke in classical music circles that composers die after completing their ninth symphony. If the album is the pop music equivalent, Brian Hazard of Color Theory beat the odds. But if a recording artist is going to put out a milestone tenth album, it had better be good.

Though the last two years were prolific, with a dozen single releases, a set of singles does not an album make. “Every great album is, in some sense, a concept album,” Hazard explains. “It tells a cohesive story with a beginning, middle, and end.” So he went back to the drawing board to rethink, rewrite, and rerecord, adding depth and dimension to the songs to create a definitive narrative.

The result is The Majesty of Our Broken Past, a melancholy synthwave collection that captures the 80s he grew up in: wonderful, even magical at times, yet wistfully desolate.


released September 14, 2018

Color Theory is Brian Hazard

All songs written, performed, and produced
by Brian Hazard (ASCAP) © 2018

Sax solo on 1 by Nathan Madsen
Backing vocals on 6-8 by Reidun Minde Janøy
Cover art by Sam Todhunter www.samtodhunterart.com
Mastered by Resonance Mastering www.resonancemastering.com

Special thanks to patrons Leigh-Anne Fraser, Amy BuGoudi, Neil Barnes, spartan300diaz, John Mondick, Marushka, Page One Project, Joel Ollila, and Jonas Ahrentorp.


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