When the Road Darkens

by The Rose West

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about

The debut album of the Brooklyn-based narrative rock quintet The Rose West.

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released 15 January 2012

The Rose West is:
Robare Pruyn - Vocals, Guitars, Arrangements
Aaron Starkweather - Guitars, Arrangements, Vocals
Alex Bell - Drums, Percussion

All songs written and performed by The Rose West except as noted below. All melody and lyrics written by Robare Pruyn.

Recorded and Produced by Chris Bittner and Mike Birnbaum at Applehead Recording and Production, Woodstock NY. Mastering by Christopher Athens at Sterling Sound, New York NY.

Album art designed by Teresa Galus.

In memory of Emilia D. Pruyn.

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Track Name: Deina Vera
A daughter left alive strains over pictures and fights for light.
When all the weight swelled up around her wall of rage sent underground.

She's open path'd today, and saw the tight lipped titans blown away.
Her heart had drowned to bloom in spite. Discover all you knew (was wrong).

Nine sent for this goal in time to wait,
but "no" said the captives that still integrate.
Hold down, I'm not too late (not too late).
Hold me down, I've seen the way (home).

The watch, the line, the pieces of a better time.
She cuts and smiles, the choices of a bitter mind.
It's so cruel. What's left of you?
Return my will to me, the chance to see it through!

Nine sent for the goal in time to wait,
but hold together if it's all you can do.
Just hold down. I'm not too late (not too late).
It's overwhelming, but I know you'll be great.
Track Name: Endless Hope
Enter the fray and find your way
to send what you'll say, a reverie for an endless hope.
(Prayer and with nothing to show.)

And the blackness buried where sand and heat
predict your defeat, you'll see it in their eyes.
Silent and still they'll go blind to an

Endless hope within your heart
If I slip away to shallow,
one step towards the light.

Her part? The mission (the one never raids.)
Feet so attached or resolute another world saves.
You could never show, and there would never be
for that whole in the world. (And truth would never fill her in.)

One more time the river, another time the wave.
It's all the wraiths that flew, nothing you could say or do
will ever escape to turn around the lie (who in simple doubting erase?)

An endless hope within your heart
If I slip away to shallow,
one step to define your home
with open arms.
Sealed with a word, lay forever.
Sleep, captive, alive.

Endless hope within your heart.
As your father said, you'll come home again.
Off the ground where you'll show them
just what's been wanting.
Never well, them. Take your blazing cover where they'll never tell.
Where they've gone about the way,
hollowed out.
There's nothing left for you
here in El Selador.
Tear through the stains out of this life
where we'll search heaven onward and down.
Where they'll never go.
Track Name: Fear of the Flood
It seems fair to me to bring it down where the wicked lay.
This son of ancient tortures breathes in light, white and displayed.
Oh no, but tell me this: "Why beat your chest until it bleeds?
And is there anyone left now who could possibly say what they mean?"

So what say you? We'll die if we're waiting for what we're waiting for.
So do you sail for comfort or truth? Tell me why, I can't see.

Oh what a terrible place to which we've come,
here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones.
What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me.
Oh what a terrible time we've found in here,
west of the rose and the snow the villain fears.
We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.

Wandering forever, to be silent all is torture.
But it's all I've got to meet you there.
Only what they've left behind is call to be
in the soul that they shared.

So what say you? We'll die if we're waiting for what we're waiting for.
So do you sail for comfort or truth? Tell me why, I can't see.

Oh what a terrible place to which we've come,
here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones.
What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me.
Oh what a terrible time we've found in here,
west of the rose and the snow the villain fears.
We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.

I'll come back to you, keep hope.
Keep hope aloft and I'll come back to you.

Oh what a terrible place to which we've come,
here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones.
What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me.
Oh what a terrible time we've found in here,
west of the rose and the snow the villain fears.
We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.
Track Name: Feria Cinerum
The sound of it falls, the adrenaline fades,
and then all that's left is you.
Their censure, a silent parade,
left on the coals still burning for you.
(But soon we'll know it's true.)
The worst of disorder is how it feels.

Awoken and divined without
a secret kept the best god intended.
Just burn until a mishap of emotion
is the best you can do.

Sky too open and wide to be given up to
something left deep inside of you.
With an eye sent to watch you fly.

Awoken and divined without
a secret kept the best god intended.
But all we have are hints
the barker's mind is often left undecided.

Set a light to be colder,
I'm the dust on your shoulder.
Settle into the pattern,
all a soldier would matter.
While we lied to the ones who were sent,
the candle burned from both ends.

Now the curtain will fall
and the candle will fade.
In the dark, who sang for you?
The temple had tarnished with age,
left as it lay (it still waits for you!)

Awoken and divined without
a secret kept the best god intended.
Just burn until a mishap of emotion
is the best you can do.
Track Name: Danse du la Veuve Noir
She lies at the forts of intention,
(within a web of what she never had found)
rests with infinite condescension there.
(a marked departure from the symbols of the wreckage around)
And with her eyes on invention,
(the signs, the signs, the signs)
hearts melt, drip and soon disappear.

Her binds branch away from the purging,
(you can't help it if the fire has died)
as if the worth of her time confines her prey.
(another victim of the emptiness defining the line)
Though I doubt if her life provides any urging,
(a lie, a lie, a lie)
when safety scares us all away.


One match still burns behind our form,
not just profound, but oh so intentional
to spin us 'til we know, that we'll break
when we're uninvited as we cry and let go.


Mother, father can you tell me?
(if truth is written at the side of a wall)
We were wondering why
we spent our winters in a cell.
(the set is better when your pride is built to handle a fall)
I know your shelter's inviting,
(deny, deny, deny)
but I never knew why they were sold.

And I could only tell from the screaming.
(suspected in the secret of sound)
when it's all they ever wanted, was the right.
(we speak in whispers of the way she was bound)
And it's overwhelming.
(reply, reply reply)
I never would risk at the sight.


One match still burns behind our form,
not just profound, but oh so intentional
to spill the sins we show to make us sound
oh so professional, but in the end we know
that we'll just break when we're uninvited as we cry
it's unknown, if we're all invited when we die.
Just let go.


Sold as one for the visions kept inside them.
(what are the chances they don't wish to abide)
Dissected and torn from your shoulder,
I'm on my knees.
(they never knew with an exertion to lie)
Be right behind me,
holding a chance to tell them.
(defy, defy, defy)
just what were the answers
to questions I haven't conceived.

Then call the sound of the soul of the old,
lost in oceans within my core.
(where are they now?)
Not much warmer
than those I had fled before.
(run until they drown))
The sound is assaulting and salty
(she dies, she dies, she dies)
as it drips in your wounds to leave such a stain.
Track Name: The Mekanik
The third lost Mekanik pinned,
sub-crossed these battered walls.
Lost connections untethered forever…

Do these skins belong to me, tied still?
Passed these windows, followed shrill, and fell out. Oh…

Keep in mind dividends imparted unwell
led alive enemies impassionate swell!

Return path to the mishap,
you couldn't have known.
Cold hands gripped on a bottle
like one of your own.

Sell yourself to escape their murderous lies.
Watching over from the past, well there's nowhere to hide.
Shadowed soldiers march to silent radios:
"Now Red Son, well, it's time you're going home…"

Emotionless minutes pass
the forecast it subdivides.
Disengendered and jaded from way back.
Do these systemic sins fall off
as the world comes crashing down?
Endeavor to…

Keep in mind memories imparted unwell,
led alive reticence no one can foretell!

Return path to the mishap,
you shouldn't have known.
Cold hand gripped on a shoulder
like one of your own.

Sell yourself to escape their murderous lies.
Watching over from the past, well there's nowhere to hide.
Shadowed soldiers march to silent radios:
"Now Red Son, well, it's time you're going home.

Your warpath?
Faded, untrue!
But the evidence lacked…

Face towards the infinite,
bathe in the blood of it…
Come. To. Know. Your. Self.

Return path to the mishap,
you couldn't have known.
Cold hands gripped on a shoulder
like one of your own.

Sell yourself to escape their murderous lies.
Watching over from the past, well there's nowhere to hide.
Shadowed soldiers march to silent radios:
"Now Red Son, well, it's time you're going home!"
Track Name: Lysmythe
With the shades pulled, at dawn I died as she settled in to treat all my wounds.
She said "I'm taking your name in exchange for this gun. It's an even trade."

Our worst cried out for the lawlessness of youth,
"It's unfortunate, but nothing compels you…"
Heads down for the wicked lies they taught as truth.
"It's unfortunate, but no one goes with you…
You know why."

That bastard, he swore (like fly coated sugar cane) of the hell he'd endured.
Behind the bulwark it rained. Wash away what we've done, it's all that remains…

We first cried out for the lawlessness of youth,
"It's unfortunate, but nothing compels you…"
Heads down for the wicked lies they taught as truth.
"It's unfortunate, but no one goes with you…
You know why."

Never bent to the blessed cell,
so far they've unfortunately seen you complete
those that had fought it down
over the shore that could be it's own beat.

But what they would have shown you,
this dance that the wicked do.
You know...

Soon these waters rise between us.
The flood has come to forget
the wretch that had seen you off right.

Still they would have figured it out,
given time enough I would have settled.
(But you know you're better off.)

With the tide that brought their blood in,
uncomfortably cleaned
off the trickiest of all of these men,
we fall. (And you know why…)
Track Name: Jurazian War Machine
One last shot fired with an open eye.
The prize for the victor in battle: death or deny
another assault. Either way, you're better off.

The march and the motion divides their lives.
One for the wicked and one for the red, red line.
Forgiving a soldier marching for them all.

It's over, a ghost given a future wrapped in shadow and love.
In time, on an offset shore, are the dreams you fought, forever in arms.
But no one could ever have escaped it. You'll share in their lies.
So fall on your knees and whisper "why, oh why?"

One who approaches and one who dies.
None left undecided, none compromised.
Left soulless, they're all much better off.

Each shattering barrage is a sign
no soldier of fortune watches the night.
Lies by light.

It's over, a ghost given a future wrapped in shadow and love.
In time, on an offset shore, are the dreams you sought, surrendering arms.
But no one could ever have escaped it. In time, you'll know.
Watch who marches, soon to burn us all.
Track Name: Slow Descent
All eyes are synchronous.
No last fight before the last call.
Resign to it...

When all my instincts have gone;
No light. No burden. No Ending.

Would you carry anyone my dear?
Is this your life?
Will you march on without me?

And in the aftermath,
by these long strokes we'll settle this.
Comforted, just as you curse to prove,
fighting on before their eyes.
They never do.

By the worst of old lies,
where the urgency became the focus now.
To descend from your life,
lost in the fade, I'll forget what could've been.
In a world full of wrong,
and in quickness you're afraid it's over now.
Still it's all because,
in the silvered air, ruptured to breath away from you.

I haven't said enough
(save goodbyes)
to know the way
through blue-gray skies.
I can almost see the day
(lit in stars)
after the light fades.

And in the aftermath,
by these long strokes we'll settle this.
Comforted, just as you curse to prove,
fighting on before their eyes.
They never do.

By the worst of old lies,
where the urgency became the focus now.
To descend from your life
lost in the fade, I'll forget what could've been.
In a world full of wrong,
and in quickness you're afraid it's over now.
Still it's all because,
in the silvered air, ruptured to breath away from you.

Going quickly to terms of this open air stalled.
To be leaving hell straight down in silence after all.
The emotionless weight of this effortless flow
where the future comes ascendent. Where the deepest go.

("But if we fail, then the whole world, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.")