Cooper's sophomore album, "Family Tree: The Roots" was released in October 2011. It is the first of the trilogy record called "The Family Tree" which follows the story of a fictional family from 1800 to 1950. Following "The Roots" will be "The Branches" and "The Relatives" respectively.
In between his first two Radical Face records Ben released two EP's to fill the gap. The first was "Touch The Sky". In the summer of 2011 "The Bastards Volume 1" EP was released. Other volumes will compliment the fore-coming Family Tree trilogy.
Under his 'Radical Face' moniker his music features acoustic guitar, "found-sound" percussion, and many multi-layered tracks. The sound is incredibly unique, not only because of Cooper's originality and raw talent, but also because most of the music has traditionally been recorded in the shed in his backyard.
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Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs
Radical Face Lyrics
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But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
And left the house before the blizzards came
The summer's got his teeth in me again
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
And i can't get enough to drink
And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think
So now i'm going to bed
I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
Beyond it out into the livingroom
Until i couldn't see the floors or walls
And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay
The skeleton in my closet left his home
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train
And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
And it's really coming down..
It's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under
And it's the grin that rats you out
It's a snowstorm in the summer
It's the sky that spoils the cloud
It's the burn marks on your mother
And it's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under and so on..
Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground
Has made a house of your lightbulbs
Mottled and crooked
A hiccup in the sound
Is like a smudge on the tv
Like a crick in your neck
Like mistakes that you never regret
It's the look upon your face
It's the rat that lost the race
It's the shivers in your spine
It's the heart you'll never find
It's the names in wet cement
It's the things you can't forget
It's the fear of growing old
It's the life you'll never know
It's the scratches in your teeth
It's the time you left for weeks
It's the age when you didn't care, darling
Cutthroat and ambling
The help that's never around
Just like a wish on your birthday
Tired and empty
Attacks on what you found
Is like a spot on invention
Like a bug in your food
Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so.
The lyrics of Radical Face's song Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs describe a feeling of disorientation and confusion. The first stanza depicts a situation where someone appears to have fled a house just before a blizzard came. The singer explains that he can't get enough to drink and the only safe haven is where the moonlight never blinks. There is a sense of not quite understanding what is happening as the singer says he'd love to explain but he's not sure what to think, so he's going to bed.
In the second stanza, the singer describes waking up with a head full of fog which seems to have entered the living room. The skeleton in his closet has left and now sits on the rooftop shouting his secrets through a megaphone. The singer packs his bags and leaves catching a train, but there is no one left to blame. The rain is coming down, and there's nothing left to protect the singer from it.
The final stanza is a repetition of the idea that it's the thought that burns you out, the hook that drags you under, and it's the grin that 'rats you out.' The lyrics describe the sensation of being stuck, feeling like a moth stuck in the ground, and that someone or something has made a house of your lightbulbs. The lyrics use similes to highlight the imperfections in life, like a crick in your neck or mistakes that you never regret.
* The song is from Radical Face's album The Family Tree: The Leaves
* The album is the third in a series about a family spanning several generations
* The song was released in 2016 as a single.
* The album was created over the span of six years, with Radical Face (aka Ben Cooper) recording and producing it in his home studio in Florida.
* Cooper wrote and produced the entire album himself, playing all of the instruments and recording the vocals.
* The album tells the story of a family who experiences a tragedy that affects every generation.
* The song "Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs" has been described as being about feeling overwhelmed and "stuck" in a difficult situation.
* Many of Radical Face's songs are very personal, with Cooper drawing on his own experiences for inspiration.
* "Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs" has a dream-like quality and features layers of instruments, including guitar, drums, and piano.
* Cooper has described the album as his "most personal" project to date.
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords are not available as the song has not been officially released with chords.
Line by Line Meaning
The cross in the middle of the room
There's a religious symbol in the center of the space
But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
A supernatural entity takes its rest within the sink situated in the cooking area
And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
The person responsible for polishing footwear also collected a sum of cash and stored it inside a sack
And left the house before the blizzards came
All the people involved abandoned the building to escape an imminent snowstorm
The summer's got his teeth in me again
It's summertime and I'm feeling its effects on me
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
I'm perspiring at my skeleton level and my garments are missing
And i can't get enough to drink
I'm unable to quench my thirst with what's available
So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks
The optimal spot to occupy is where the moon's light never flickers
And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think
I'm willing to divulge but to be candid, I'm uncertain about my thoughts
So now i'm going to bed
I'll be going to sleep now
I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
Upon awakening, my mind was clouded with dense mist
Beyond it out into the livingroom
From there, I stepped into the common area
Until i couldn't see the floors or walls
However, the fog was so thick that I couldn't make out the walls or the floor
And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay
Eventually, a space to lie down upon became visible as the sun's rays pierced through the mist
The skeleton in my closet left his home
The hidden problem that I've been avoiding has now surfaced
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
This issue has become so apparent that it exposes all of my personal secrets, as if yelled from the rooftop with a loudspeaker
And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train
As the situation escalated and became chaotic, I hastily gathered my belongings and made my escape on a train
And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
I'd want to accuse somebody for the circumstances, but no one is responsible
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
There aren't any protective measures left to defend me from the rainfall
And it's really coming down..
The rain is really pouring
It's the thought that burns you out
The idea that troubles you all the time
It's the hook that drags you under
It's the lure that pulls you below the surface
And it's the grin that rats you out
Additionally, it's the smile that makes others reveal your secrets
It's a snowstorm in the summer
It's an unexpected event that is out of place
It's the sky that spoils the cloud
It's a situation where expectations are ruined by reality
It's the burn marks on your mother
It's the residual scars left on someone close to you
And it's the thought that burns you out
It's the notion that constantly troubles you
It's the hook that drags you under and so on..
It's the alluring force that continually pulls you under and so on
Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground
It's tedious and disappointing - like an insect that can't move from its location
Has made a house of your lightbulbs
The uninteresting and unexciting aspects of your life have become your home
Mottled and crooked
Uneven and bent out of shape
A hiccup in the sound
A defect in the audio
Is like a smudge on the tv
It's like a blurry patch on the television screen
Like a crick in your neck
It's comparable to a kink in your cervical spine
Like mistakes that you never regret
Like errors that you don't repent over
It's the look upon your face
It's the expression on your countenance
It's the rat that lost the race
It's like the rodent that didn't win
It's the shivers in your spine
It causes a chill that runs down your spinal cord
It's the heart you'll never find
You'll never be able to locate the essence of the emotion
It's the names in wet cement
It's like the inscriptions left in cement before it dries
It's the things you can't forget
It's the memories that stay with you forever
It's the fear of growing old
It's the unease of aging
It's the life you'll never know
It's a lifestyle that you won't experience
It's the scratches in your teeth
It's the abrasions that are visible on your teeth
It's the time you left for weeks
It's the extended period of time that you were absent
It's the age when you didn't care, darling
It's the life stage when you had a careless attitude, my dear
Cutthroat and ambling
Dangerous and aimless
The help that's never around
The assistance that isn't ever available
Just like a wish on your birthday
It's comparable to a desire on your special day
Tired and empty
Worn out and drained completely
Attacks on what you found
Offensive behaviors directed towards what you discovered
Is like a spot on invention
It's similar to an imperfection on an invention
Like a bug in your food
It's akin to an insect in your meal
Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so.
Like something that appears fantastic but is deceptive in the end, and this goes on and on
Contributed by Max I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Himanshu Ramani
The cross in the middle of the room
But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
And left the house before the blizzards came
The summer's got his teeth in me again
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
And i can't get enough to drink
So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks
And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think
So now i'm going to bed
I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
Beyond it out into the livingroom
Until i couldn't see the floors or walls
And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay
The skeleton in my closet left his home
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train
And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
And it's really coming down..
It's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under
And it's the grin that rats you out
It's a snowstorm in the summer
It's the sky that spoils the cloud
It's the burn marks on your mother
And it's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under and so on..
Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground
Has made a house of your lightbulbs
Mottled and crooked
A hiccup in the sound
Is like a smudge on the tv
Like a crick in your neck
Like mistakes that you never regret
It's the look upon your face
It's the rat that lost the race
It's the shivers in your spine
It's the heart you'll never find
It's the names in wet cement
It's the things you can't forget
It's the fear of growing old
It's the life you'll never know
It's the scratches in your teeth
It's the time you left for weeks
It's the age when you didn't care, darling
Cutthroat and ambling
The help that's never around
Just like a wish on your birthday
Tired and empty
Attacks on what you found
Is like a spot on invention
Like a bug in your food
Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so
Pepa
simply awesome
Mallow - - -
Way above any shit out today.. been listening to RF since high School 2004
VOLCANIA DREAD
Interesting voice:)
A Knight that says Nee
Where do I purchase this song, along with Runs In the Sidewalk?