The Desert

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about

The desert is a space we inhabit, a place where we encounter ourselves, others, and reality through dialogue. Over time, words become inadequate in expressing the complexities and nuances that characterize such an exchange. Ultimately, the exchange moves beyond images, sensory stimulation, and immediate, tangible gratification. The dialogue, at its essence, then, becomes a wordless communication and gift of self.

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released June 13, 2016

Mixed and mastered by Chris DuPont and Christopher Norman

Nick Sulimirski: bongo drums in Graffiti
Collin Garnett: drum arrangements in Nostalgia
Christopher Norman: additional synth arrangements in Genesis, Children of the Sun, Nostalgia, Vagrants, Treehouse, Make Us a Shelter, and Invictus
Cameron Bradbury: Saxophone in Untitled 1
Toma Tadros: Bass in Untitled 1
Chris DuPont: Bass in Invictus
Billy Harrington: Live drums in Genesis, Children of the Sun, and Invictus

Recorded from October 2015-January 2016
Songs and lyrics by James Clifford Morse

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james of mosaics Atlanta, Georgia

I am a maker, artist, and musician from Atlanta. Songwriting and performing is a way for me to initiate a dialogue. This dialogue can lead to a deeper understanding of what it means to be human. I hope that by sharing my self through sounds, images, and words I can express something intangible.


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Track Name: Genesis
scattered it all across the wilderness,
and my head,
could never forget this:

“The sand is falling through my hands,
The sand is falling through my hands.”

“Wake up, wake up…”

“I want you to know
this isn’t the end.
It’s only the beginning.”

“We’ve got so far to go.
We’re so far from home.
I still can’t tell you how much I need you so.”

Palaces of hypocrites’ ambitions
are now filled with empty halls,
mirrors, and broken chandeliers.

Watch them fall,
silence so loud.

“The sand is falling through my hands,
The sand is falling through my hands.”

“Wake up, wake up…”

“I want you to know
this isn’t the end.
It’s only the beginning.”

“We’ve got so far to go.
We’re so far from home.
I still can’t tell you how much I need you so.”
Track Name: Children of the Sun
I’m dreaming for these, these months to come,
that they’d be brighter than the sun,
and may we reach out, reach out our arms,
to find what’s near and what is far.


Reason’s hope and reason’s fate,
that we might find ourselves today,
embracing hours and moments stitched.
In such time we do exist.

And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…

the ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.

I am no prophet, for future’s sovereign,
land extends beyond my pockets.
Surely we without knowing why,
care so deeply without showing.

How to show and how to read,
these small wonders may always be.
These hands they shake now, watched out awake,
only in song can one relate,

And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…

the burnt out lanterns strewn across,
the wooden floors with ancient moss,
the people talk as one,
their messages written as they run,

their ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.

the ceaseless faces,
painted colors,
traced above,
because we’re children,
children of the sun
Track Name: Graffiti
Shooting blanks off the canvas,
happens water in a cold stance.
I feel fine,
yet I'm restless of a different kind.

Am I low?
Am I low and away?
And I low?
Am I low and away?

Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.

And I get the feeling that You're healing my bones,
And I get the feeling that You're healing my soul.
Walking in this city,
am I walking alone?
Are You with me?
Can You hear me?
Am I walking alone?

I'm like the wick of a candle,
or falling quartz off a mantle.
I see fine-flamed reflections.
I thought the clock had died.

Oh why?
Am I low?
Am I low?
Am I low and away?

Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.

Where've you been,
Innocence?
the flash and the color looking outside in,
this window is finishing the pictures,
in my head

The currents and the silence,
the beating of my heart,
the grip of the violence,
is keeping us apart,
And there's,
there’s writing on the walls,
like graffiti on my heart.
Track Name: Nostalgia
Rise,
and fall,
of empires so alike,
and time,
so constant,
as the tide.

Lists,
and strings,
not trying to forget,
and pace,
so constant,
as the race.

So crawl out,
from underneath your skin,
you’ve been a’hiding in.
Lift off,
that blind,
so you can see,
you’re standing in the moment.

Is this a mirage?
Or is it my heart,
hiding in corners,
of picture frames,
keeping me awake?

And I didn’t even notice,
that my camera’s out of focus,
and the likeness of a sight,
‘til it was gone.

Is it too late,
moving slowly down,
these lanes,
here in my,
hometown?

Say what you want to say,
remember everything.

Is memory everything?
Track Name: Vagrants
Pieces,
of shells washed up on the beach,
within footprints,
A hundred facts,
impressed within the sand

People are walking,
carrying their dreams,
on their backs,
like mystics,
in a caravan from the east,

Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well.
How might we retrieve them?

We come as kings and queens,
like vagrants in disguise,
travelers following,
this luminescent guide,

now higher than the human race could reach
suspended in a moment.

What style could still,
within the looking glass,
above the aisles now filled
with vagrants?

It was the culprit so elusive,
so ephemeral…
held,

Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well.
How might we retrieve them?

Is it so?
Track Name: Treehouse
Clashes filled with political motives,
power-trips in our heads,
can’t stop the revolutions,
spinning in a lost cause looking for something,

and it’s here,
I can tell,
somewhere far below the surface,
you’re not well,

and you’re here,
so still,
almost frozen,
so I’ll,

hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try.

This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces.

There’s a treehouse in the middle of nowhere,
standing in the green wide open.
“Unadorned,” says a soothsayer,
simple as it lives is the truth there.

Cool mist floating through the windows,
constellations like signals in the dark,

Constant still anticipation,
shepherds running over the hills,
The splendor of a midnight clearing,
fortunate witnesses rushing,
Then their hands tensed up in fear.

All of us were saying,
How the robbers keep robbing,
and the players keep playing,
don’t stop, don’t stop,
praying for a miracle,

Let’s,
take some time,
to give some thanks,
for the ones,
for the One who gave us everything,
beyond, beyond,
a love that’s deeper than anything,


So I’ll,
hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try,

This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces,
of another life.
Track Name: Make Us a Shelter
Make us a shelter,
for a day when it’s raining,
outside,
on a cold winter’s night.

and we’ll take these stones,
and place them where our hopes,
are growing
thin.

The sand beneath my feet,
refuses to stand still,
while the wind and the waves,
carry it away.

So we set off so boldly,
with every good intention,
Oh, did I mention?
we’re starting again.

Still we’re cold with doubt,
figuring the folds that frame this house.
We turned inside out,
watching all the walls fall down.
Track Name: Invictus
Faceless memories,
Are taking shape,
Hallowed in the form and space,
Of a few small hours,

Within,
Within.
Did you hear something?
The fear is so LOUD.

And I cant help but think,
That someone's hiding,
Whispers float on the air,
So faint,

Now here's a Man,
Who stands right in His place,
Held fast to the tension,
Of the whole human race,

And He stares alone,
eye to eye,
with cold fate.

He said, “Let this just pass from me,
Let this pass from me.
If I must die,
then let it be at last for

Them.”

Can you hear them?
Can you hear thousands?

Falling asleep at the foot of the tree,
We fell asleep in the Garden Gethsemane.

When I woke up I saw You standing there