Septagon

“Septagon delivers four rock-solid songs with poignant moods, celebrations of energy and complex themes both dark and light.”
— Rustzine.com

“Septagon contains some skillfully crafted – emotionally wry – songs. They have a whiff of nostalgia about them. Like opening the leaves of an old but valuable book. The fragrances will waft out – bringing back precious memories.”
— RawRamp.me

“This EP demonstrates just why Thornley’s music has been so widely used by television and movie producers, with a cinematic feel that have the poise of the best indie films. It is the coupling of Beth’s poetic storytelling with the sweeping pop production that is the real strength here, as the clean vocals allow listeners to engage with what is being said.”
— PopCulturez.com

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Lyrics

• Say That You Will

  Music and Words by Beth Thornley

  You choked the heart that’s on your sleeve
  With blinders on you take a seat
  You filled your head with tragedy
  If you stay here you’ll never leave
  So say you will, say you will go with me, and leave the sorrow
  ‘Cause there’re still days burning for you to see, if you’d just bother
  Closing up your eyes don’t make you blind, oh can’t you see.

  We won’t grow old; we won’t be told
  We’re going over break the hold
  We will believe what you can’t see
  We’ll throw some monsters in the deep
  Say that you will, say that you will
  It’s just over the hill
  Say that you will, say that you will
  Or fall down standing still
  Say that you’ll do all you can do
  And kill what’s killing you

  You dug in deeper underground
  Your tunnels leading further down
  You nearly buried hope alive
  Convinced that all it did was lie
  But you’re not done; when the voices come, just mute the chatter
  There’s just one you will ever need, the rest don’t matter
  Scrape your hands and knees and put your heart back on your sleeve

  We won’t grow old; we won’t be told
  We’re going over break the hold
  We will believe what you can’t see
  We’ll throw some monsters in the deep
  Say that you will, say that you will
  It’s just over the hill
  Say that you will, say that you will
  Or fall down standing still
  Say that you’ll do all you can do
  And kill what’s killing you

  Say you will, say you will go with me
  Say you will, say you will go with me

  We won’t grow old; we won’t be told
  We’re going over break the hold
  We will believe what you can’t see
  We’ll throw some monsters in the deep
  Say that you will, say that you will
  It’s just over the hill
  Say that you will, say that you will
  Or fall down standing still
  Say that you’ll do all you can do
  And kill what’s killing you

• It Could Be

  Music and Words by Beth Thornley

  Give our best to the rest
  As we run into the sun
  And we fought; times we’re caught
  Wondering what we’d done
  And oh, those places they had names
  No one’s to blame.

  ‘Cause it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how far I strayed
  Yeah, it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how long I stayed

  Rising tide; we decide
  That the halcyon will hold
  Out of time; out of line
  And the heart’s the last to know
  Those reasons they had names
  But none remain

  ‘Cause it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how far I strayed
  Yeah, it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how long I stayed

  We didn’t mean to leave everything, everything
  No we didn’t mean to leave everything, everything

  No one’s to blame
  No one’s to blame
  ‘Cause it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how far I strayed
  Yeah, it could be how far I’ve come
  Or it could be how long I stayed

• Last To Fall

  Music and Words by Glen Phillips & Beth Thornley

  Hold on to your wigs and keys
  Gone already cuffs and collars
  Pulling only cups and swords
  Throwing coins and burning dollars

  I watch with envy

  Never had it in me
  No I never had it in me

  You're the one that got away
  with everything
  Last to fall takes it all
  You're the one who never pays
  for anything, for anything

  You go lightly as you please
  Courting chaos, tempting trouble

  All’s forgiven, weightless ease
  Heavy burdens handed over

  You look so pretty doing what would kill me

  Doing what would kill me

  You're the one that got away
  with everything
  Last to fall takes it all
  You're the one who never pays
  for anything, for anything

  Count on those whose vice is always play it nice
  A fearless highwire show while we hold nets below

  The curves, the cracks, snakes in the grass
  Nothing's gonna hold you back
  You never fold, you never sold out

  You're the one that got away
  with everything
  Last to fall takes it all
  You're the one who never pays
  for anything, for anything

  I don’t know how I feel
  

  Should I cheer or just stand clear?

• All These Things

  Music and Words by Beth Thornley

  I thought that I was finally done
  I thought the day had finally come
  For reasons I will not explain I left it all and walked away
  And they didn’t move as I went by
  I thought that sleeping dogs would lie

  But they don’t sleep at all
  No, they don’t sleep at all

  Oh, all the things I left behind
  All the cuts made to the vine
  The mouth, the hand and heart; not mine
  Entangled, knotted, hooked and tied
  Oh, all these things
  All these things I thought I left behind were with me all the time.

  As far and wide as I could go
  I didn’t not care I did not know
  I left no crumb I left no cairn
  Nothing that would show them where
  And all that time I would not see
  They'd been keeping up with me

  'Cause they don’t sleep at all
  No, they don’t sleep at all

  Oh, all the things I left behind
  All the cuts made to the vine
  The mouth the hand and heart; not mine
  Entangled, knotted, hooked and tied
  Oh, all these things
  All these things I thought I left behind were with me all the time.

  As gone as Clementine
  Still I hadn’t found any higher ground
  Only thing I could show was a shot-through room and some soleless shoes

  All the things I left behind
  All the cuts made to the vine
  The mouth the hand and heart; not mine
  Entangled, knotted, hooked and tied
  Oh, all these things
  All these things I thought I left behind were with me all the time.