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.
Website: www.radicalface.com
Second Family Portrait
Radical Face Lyrics
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Our daydreams filled the space
Between our simple drama
And my mom was strange
But she'd always liked to sew
And all my clothes smelled like the
Room I was born in
My dad was calm
And my brother's hands
Were mischief-bent with
No will to stop 'em
And on the whole we lived
Simply and day to day
Our fears were trivial
They always died with every sunset
When I was twelve my affliction came to light
And I was told that some things I
Heard were only there in my head
But I couldn't tell which were
Real and which were not
And the question loomed over all I
Did whether i could trust it
And I guess over time it became too much
And I was sent away at my mom's
Behest because she'd grown to fear me
Now I live up north in the
House full of broken heads
And my father comes and visit's me
Whenever he can afford it
Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down
I find a hope that I'm missed
And that they haven't forgot me
In this song, Radical Face describes his early life in a small town and his family members' personalities in vivid detail. He talks about his mother's love for sewing, which permeated every piece of clothing he wore, and his dad's calm demeanor. He also discusses his brother's mischievous tendencies and the simplicity of their everyday life. Then, he talks about how his life changed when he was diagnosed with a mental illness at the age of twelve. He felt like some things he was hearing were not real, and he struggled with trusting his own senses.
Line by Line Meaning
My life started slow in a town of idle minds
I grew up in a small town where everyone seemed content with a slow-paced life
Our daydreams filled the space
Our imaginations were the only things that made life interesting
Between our simple drama
Despite the monotony, we still had small problems and conflicts
And my mom was strange
My mother had peculiar habits that set her apart
But she'd always liked to sew
She found pleasure in sewing, creating something out of nothing
And all my clothes smelled like the Room I was born in
She made my clothes, and they reminded me of my birthplace - a memory I cherished
My dad was calm
My father was a steady and collected person
Never used two words when one would do
He was a man of few words who didn't waste time on idle chatter
And my brother's hands
My brother was always up to something
Were mischief-bent with
He had a mischievous streak that was hard to miss
No will to stop 'em
He didn't have the desire to reign in his behavior
And on the whole we lived
But overall, we lived uneventful and ordinary lives
Simply and day to day
We took each day as it came, without any grandiose plans or expectations
Our fears were trivial
The things we were afraid of were small and unimportant in the grand scheme of things
They always died with every sunset
Our fears dissipated at the end of each day, as we let go of our worries and found peace in the moment
When I was twelve my affliction came to light
At twelve, I started experiencing a mental illness that changed my life
And I was told that some things I
I was informed that some things I experienced were not real
Heard were only there in my head
My mind was creating illusions that I could not distinguish from reality
But I couldn't tell which were
I struggled to differentiate between what was real and what was not
Real and which were not
I had difficulty recognizing what was fact and what was fiction
And the question loomed over all I
This uncertainty hung over everything I did
Did whether i could trust it
I questioned whether I could trust my own senses and perceptions
And I guess over time it became too much
This struggle with reality became too much for me to bear
And I was sent away at my mom's
My mother, unable to cope with my illness, sent me away for treatment
Behest because she'd grown to fear me
She feared for my well-being and for the safety of those around me
Now I live up north in the
Now, I reside in a northern town, far from my former home
House full of broken heads
I live in a mental health facility with others who struggle with their own mental illnesses
And my father comes and visit's me
Despite the distance and difficulty, my father makes an effort to visit me
Whenever he can afford it
He does what he can to be there for me, even when it's difficult
Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down
Occasionally, when the noise in my head subsides, I find peace
I find a hope that I'm missed
I cling to the hope that someone out there thinks of me
And that they haven't forgot me
I hold onto the belief that people still remember me and care about my well-being
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@avenreir
I didn't even realize this.
My family isn't wealthy, we barely scrapped by when we were evicted.
My Grandmother was put in some sort of elderly home that was also a Hospital because of Cancer.
They barely did anything for her. So many times it was the same infections, same wounds, everything, just not being clean or just... I dont know.
I listen now.
"My Father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it, sometimes at night when the voices quiet down, I find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot me."
I listen to that part now and realize it's how I think she used to feel. Wondering each day if we can visit because we could barely afford anything, and hoping one day she could've moved back in to a house with us to live out the rest of her days.
On my birthday this year, April 13th, we got a house.
She passed the same day.
Geez, I haven't cried so much since just now, typing that out.
@madhusudandepawat704
My life started slow in a town of idle minds
Our daydreams filled the space between our simple drama
And my mom was strange, but she'd always liked to sew
And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in
My dad was calm, never used two words when one would do
And my brother's hands were mischief-bent with no will to stop 'em
And on the whole we lived simply and day to day
Our fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset
When I was twelve my affliction came to light
And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head
But I couldn't tell which were real and which were not
And the question loomed over all I did whether i could trust it
And I guess over time it became too much
And I was sent away at my mom's behest because she'd grown to fear me
Now I live up north in the house full of broken heads
And my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it
Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down
I find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot me
@avenreir
I didn't even realize this.
My family isn't wealthy, we barely scrapped by when we were evicted.
My Grandmother was put in some sort of elderly home that was also a Hospital because of Cancer.
They barely did anything for her. So many times it was the same infections, same wounds, everything, just not being clean or just... I dont know.
I listen now.
"My Father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it, sometimes at night when the voices quiet down, I find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot me."
I listen to that part now and realize it's how I think she used to feel. Wondering each day if we can visit because we could barely afford anything, and hoping one day she could've moved back in to a house with us to live out the rest of her days.
On my birthday this year, April 13th, we got a house.
She passed the same day.
Geez, I haven't cried so much since just now, typing that out.
@faultypremise
I'm schizophrenic. This song made me cry.
@madhusudandepawat704
My life started slow in a town of idle minds
Our daydreams filled the space between our simple drama
And my mom was strange, but she'd always liked to sew
And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in
My dad was calm, never used two words when one would do
And my brother's hands were mischief-bent with no will to stop 'em
And on the whole we lived simply and day to day
Our fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset
When I was twelve my affliction came to light
And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head
But I couldn't tell which were real and which were not
And the question loomed over all I did whether i could trust it
And I guess over time it became too much
And I was sent away at my mom's behest because she'd grown to fear me
Now I live up north in the house full of broken heads
And my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford it
Sometimes at night when the voices quiet down
I find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot me
@schoolaccount6394
I’m studying to be a psychologist, and this song kills me each time
@Impleione
...I just started down the same road, and all of a sudden, this song gets a different meaning, doesn't it.
@seanclancy2587
Hey Ben, If you ever wanted to try writing a book again, I would commission you to do it, or at least buy several copies. Also, Your songs make activists of us all. They remind us that all people think, and feel, and need to be loved. Sometimes it's easy to send people away (mentally or literally) and forget about them, but that doesn't mean that they don't need or miss us.
@hoangdang8118
+Sean Clancy true words, I also have the same though about this. And I really wish he would finish his book
@Wordsworthfanboy
This is totally brilliant, I love Radical Face, every song, and I have to say... thank you for such wonderful songs.
@tired9351
to be honest, this is the saddest song i’ve ever heard. I absolutely love it
@proctoscopefilms
I have no idea why this was left off the branches, but at least it was released. Incredible!