True Longing (EP)

1. True Longing
2. Linda's Song
3. Thought Of You
4. Nightlight
5. Frigid Nights

Brad Kleiman - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, drums

recorded May thru June 2025
produced by Brad Kleiman
mastered by Al Jones (Laminal Audio)
cover art by Brad Kleiman

all songs written by Brad Kleiman
(copyright 2014, 2025)

lyrics:

"True Longing"

It ain’t true longing
if it doesn’t hurt
If distance don’t damage,
then it has no worth

If it don’t maim you
to be missing her,
it ain’t true longing
if it doesn’t hurt

The waiting is not
the most difficult part
It's the self-berating
that truly smarts

Uncertainty flavors
the fears of the heart,
the fears of the heart

It ain’t true longing
if it doesn’t hurt
If distance don’t damage,
then it has no worth

If it don’t maim you
to be missing her,
it ain’t true longing
if it doesn’t hurt

"Linda’s Song"

My room is my home,

separate from the other rooms

I've left it alone

Dreadful change never looms

 

The trapeze still hangs

The piano is still in tune

 

My painting is drab

I hide it from public view

I gave it a stab,

though it wasn't meant for you

 

But when we sang,

I felt we were in tune

"Thought Of You"

Thought of you during that storm
Hoping you did not get caught
Safely hidden from all harm
I think about you quite a lot

Rehearsing and reciting
the things I’ll tell you next

I did what I set out to do
I offered you my name
It did not spring from out the blue
I’d rehearsed it in my brain

Rehearsing and reciting
the things I’ll tell you next

"Nightlight"

The sadness swirls
like galactic designs
I'm in the middle of something
Feel I must resign

You would not believe
the stories I come up with
I'm terribly inventive
in the worst possible ways

These frequent twitches,
they give false signals
They play evil games with my trust

I prefer the nightlight
over the ceiling light
I want only just enough

Try to sink myself,
but I can't even find a source
Held up by a host of frights
Which one will it be tonight?

You would not believe
the stories I come up with
I'm terribly inventive
in the worst possible ways

These frequent twitches,
they give false signals
They play evil games with my trust

I prefer the nightlight
over the ceiling light
I want only just enough

"Frigid Nights"

Wide awake and frozen
No desire, nothing thrills
No adventures chosen
No wishes to fulfill

Let my eyelids anchor
I’m far too energized
It's midnight, I thank her
She warms my frigid nights

Wide awake and frozen
No desire, nothing thrills
No adventures chosen
No wishes to fulfill

There’s much to be learned
from light taken in,
from fingertips burned,
from lips softly singed

Let my eyelids anchor
I’m far too energized
It's midnight, I thank her
She warms my frigid nights