Songs for Agnostics and the People Who Love Them

by Artists W/ Issues

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Recorded in 2011, Artists W/ Issues is the solo project of John Feodorov (writer and guitarist with The Almost Faithful).

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released July 1, 2015

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Artists with Issues Seattle, Washington

Artists W/ Issues is the musical nom de guerre of Seattle artist John Feodorov. Mostly known as a conceptual visual artist, Feodorov was playing in bands in high school long before he showed any penchant for art. Early on, John’s music was inspired by artists such as The Kinks, David Bowie and Brian Eno. His songs gravitate towards the eclectic, philosophical and the absurd. ... more

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Track Name: I Am A Shadow
I am a shadow
I’m the dog that still loves you
I’m the smell on your clothes
I’m the ache in your heart

No words can dismiss me
I’m a guest that will never leave
I play with your heart and screw with you brain
I’m the bully that haunts you.

I’m the parent who ignored you
I’m a tear that was never cried
I’m that scar on your face
I’m the sins you regret

I am a shadow
I’m the love that was not returned
I am prayer left unanswered
I am the god that you fear

I promise never to leave you
I promise never to leave you
I promise never to leave you
I promise never to leave you
Track Name: The Smell of Night
She floats in like a memory, she’s moving cautiously
The shag carpet parts before her feet, a breath dancing silently across the room

Time stands still like an effigy, tortured by sun and rain
This cheap hotel reeks of history; tobacco and beer stain the upholstery

The smell of night settles upon the room
Hovering, it lingers like a spent balloon
Casting silhouettes against the wall
A shadow play of innocence before a fall

She saunters in like royalty, she’s moving gracefully
The curtains wave as she passes by; sycophantic symbols of a long goodbye

Is she waltzing towards some destiny, or is she wandering aimlessly?
The room grows still in the fading night
the perfumed air is mingling with the morning light


The smell of night settles upon the room
Hovering, it lingers like a spent balloon
Casting silhouettes against the wall
A shadow play of innocence before a fall
Track Name: I Don't Understand Anything
I don’t understand anything, I’m a stranger to this place
I don’t understand anything, I’m a man without a face
Ever since my mother gave birth to me, I haven’t had a rest
This world has been my enemy, and I its unwelcome guest

I won’t bore you with my problems, I don’t want any advice
I’m not asking for your sympathy, your silence will suffice
I’m walking like a shadow, like a cloud upon the ground.
I’m a hero and a villain. I’m a killer and a clown.

I don’t understand anything, my eyes are full of lies
Everything is a fallacy, but nothings a surprise
And when its time to leave this world, my last words are gonna be:
Heaven, Hell or Nothingness, its all the same to me
Track Name: Cutting Water With A Knife
A tourniquet of ribbons wrapped around a tree
flows like snakes upon the ground.
With the etiquette of children we spit into the sea
and watch it form into a cloud.
We roam like pilgrims upon a holy land,
a ritual of mourning and loss,
as the wind sings a hymn in memory of a god
who dies every year upon a cross.

The vagueness in our eyes, the silence on our tongues
betray the longing that we feel.
The droning of our prayers is floating through the air
at the start of every meal.
Nietzsche once said that power is the goal
and pity is the enemy of life.
But we live outside the bounds of probability
trying to cut water with a knife.

We roam like exiles upon a foreign land
nostalgic for the unexamined life.
Until the promise of salvation is fulfilled
we try to cut water with a knife.
Track Name: Heaven Help Us
Heaven help us,
the sky is falling, the rain is pouring
We weep like failures, like sea-sick sailors.
From the pan into the fire.

Heaven help us,
a storm is brewing, the future’s looming.
Greeting violence in timid silence.
From the pan into the fire.

Our eyes are failing
our hair is graying, oh heaven help us.
Our fate’s uncertain behind this curtain.
From the pan into the fire.
Track Name: Ignorance
I hear them laughing, over their beers
Laughing at nothing, or so it appears
Possessing no worries, morals or sense
As they wallow in ignorance

I stare impatient, scornful and stern
They never will listen, they never will learn
Loud and obnoxious, vulgar and dense
As they wallow in ignorance

If I seem self-righteous, and filled with disdain
Its ‘cause contempt’s so hard to contain
I wake every morning, provoked and incensed
As they wallow in ignorance

I ain’t no prophet, angel or saint
I’m just a man who’s prone to complaint
And I’m getting annoyed, bothered and tense
As they wallow in ignorance