• The Milkweed EP (2002)
    THE STORY

    Writing, performing, arranging and producing his first release, Royal took to the project with great excitement. Recorded at Blank Spaces studio in Toronto with Dave Misner, The Milkweed EP was the Royal’s first real attempt at making a recording. “It was so exciting just to hear my songs played back to me, I could barely contain myself. I was a kid in the candy store”.

    The EP featured 5 songs about love. A consent theme in Royal’s narrative, they would pave the way for the career that was to follow.

    CREDITS

    Produced by Royal Wood
    Written, arranged and performed by Royal Wood

    The guest players included:
    Adam Hay – drums
    Sarah McElcheran – trumpet

    Recorded at Black Spaces by Dave Misener
    Mixed by Royal Wood and Dave Misener
    Mastered by Fedge

    Lyrics

    If I catch your movement in check
    It makes me the wreck that hides in your glory
    Forming tales, please keep it up
    A lapping-dog pup
    Clipping your heels now

    Dispense with this formality
    I’m forced to bridle it with such disdain
    Throttle back my creativity
    So everything else is an almond and blossom in blur

    I suppose that I should save
    Now that I’ve made
    A breath for this tea now
    But it wants to open rush forth
    This unruly force parting my lips loud

    Oh toss our good intentions here
    Even creatures fall from heaven now and then
    With their dreams of Milkweed
    Let’s not have Buttercup
    Tired of a Buttercup world

    Well it’s all we need
    Yes it’s all we need
    These dreams of Milkweed
    Let’s not have Buttercup
    Tired of a Buttercup world

    Well it’s all we need
    Yes it’s all we need
    These dreams of Milkweed
    Let’s not have Buttercup
    Tired of a Buttercup world
    Let’s not have Buttercup
    Tired of a Buttercup world
    Let’s not have Buttercup
    Tired of a Buttercup world


    In the haze of the morning
    I was thinking of you
    In lacks-a-daisy colors
    The pastels took their cue from you

    And when you’d hold me up in limelight
    As airliners screeched by
    It was the best times of my life
    Sad to see them all die

    You’re a sucker
    I’ve a sweet tooth
    Finding candy in you
    Leading to a belly ache
    Rotten all the way through from you

    And when I’d hold me up in lamplight
    As ceiling fans go by
    It was the best times of my life
    Sad to see them all die

    Come on now dark shades
    Come on now blue
    Raving in herds now
    Coming in grooves

    A tongue full of regards
    Of best and of true
    May the luck fall where you lye
    In sapphire shoes
    But I’ll think on the lamplight
    In reverence soon
    Like honey in the Chamomile
    I’ll lick off that spoon
    Yes I’ll think on the lamplight
    In reverence soon
    Like honey in the Chamomile
    I’ll devour that spoon

    La da…..


    I came away on that day drunk on you

    May I conclude by the ways in your room
    That were guilty and thus, are killers with our lust
    And may I just say on this dog-eared day
    That I found you alive and you passed it on inside

    I came away on that day drunk on you

    Will our demise be draped in disguise
    To sniper us out, no signal, words without
    But may I now say on this dog-eared day
    That I found you alive and you colored me inside
    You colored me…


    Love made me sad
    Took me to bed
    Then held my head in the river
    No sailor am I
    No stars in my sky
    I needed the ground to deliver

    Love made me sad
    Took me to bed
    Then held my head in the river
    No sailor am I
    No stars in my sky
    I needed the ground to deliver

    Me from arrows
    Me from time
    Clocks that always cross the line
    Me from greetings
    Valentines
    All the sage that grows near the vine

    I’m in my tower
    A witness to this
    I’ve set this in motion
    From initial bliss
    Loosened knots
    And holes in the wood
    Cracks in doors view more then they should

    Me from arrows
    Me from time
    Clocks that always cross the line
    Me from greetings
    Valentines
    All the sage that grows near the vine

    Oh I’m freezing in fire

    Oh that spark
    Has divorced the lark
    And his song now drags
    As mud in the lake
    And oh forsaken
    Nearly beating his heart

    Freezing in fire
    Freezing in fire
    Freezing in fire
    Freezing in fire


    In your little China dress
    That’s how I loved you best
    With a tulip to your chest
    In the silk and satin pressed

    With a left shoe on my right
    And my tongue was tangled tight
    The strain of it went light
    As you grinned in your delight

    Sayin’ come on, come on, come on breath
    The night air off my sleeve

    Though the armies all had died
    And the cavalry wouldn’t ride
    The whores became the brides
    The night St Augustine died

    And you said come on, come on, come on breath
    The night air off my sleeve

    When no one mans the sails
    And the search for youth has failed
    When my coffin is all but nailed
    The words that will prevail

    Are you and come on, come on, come on breath
    The night air off my sleeve
    Come on, come on, come on breath
    The night air off my sleeve
    Come on, come on, come on breath
    The night air off my sleeve