Ritual Talk is a surrealist rock/alt-soul band based in Brooklyn, NY.

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11/28
Elsewhere (Zone One)
w/ Stello & Pearla
Brooklyn, NY
 

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 Photo: Camille Petricola

Photo: Camille Petricola



 Photo: Dan States

Photo: Dan States

 

Ritual Talk is a Brooklyn-based indie rock trio with lush instrumentation and exploratory vocal arrangements that tinge each song with an unmistakable color, on and off the stage. Led by songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Alex DeSimine and joined by drummer Tom Criblez and fellow multi-instrumentalist Dylan Gleit, each member of the band uses every limb they have to create a soundscape that transcends their three-person appearance.

The band’s debut LP “Plans” was released on November 9, 2018 and my oh my did it rock. The album was recorded and mixed by the trio in their Bushwick home, comprised of songs Alex had written over the past few years chronicling a cyclical relationship with toxic self-improvement. The band recently returned from a self-booked national tour, and is currently putting together a 2019 for the record books.

LYRICS - “PLANS”

Something To Look Forward To

One day I'll survive to see my ending
What a thing to look forward to
After all the stress I've been defending
What do I get back when I'm through?
What can a dead man get from you?

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I know I'm not getting any younger
And it's getting pretty old
Everybody says my days are numbered
That's something I don't need to be told
You know I already know

Listen, love, I love the way it's going
But it's going, that's the thing
Every day's a day less I'll be knowing
All the chances that I have to bring
Some more love into the ring

Maybe you'll beat me to your own ending
What a thing to look forward to
I've spent everyday constantly spending
All my time and thoughts on no one but you
When you're gone, what can I do?

Reprise

sometimes I'm angry
to the point of
seeing gray;
that placid nothingness like 
skies about to rain;
that kind of static
when you've took what you can take
but the drive,
it just won't brake

Just a moment
first to figure out how I can
be change for now

Brass Band Daydream

When you lie awake in bed
With a brass band in your head
Blaring trumpets call
Out loud until the morning

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Though you try to close your eyes
All your days visualize
As the light it bleeds
And penetrates so warming

I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
And I know there's only more
I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
Coming in from out the door

Look at all the faults you've made
All the values you betrayed
And you'll fall apart
From weight you needn't carry

There are other ways, I pray
Other ways to see your days
Other you's to view
To help make you somebody

I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
And I know there's only more
I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
Coming in from out the door

You're only dreaming
Too bad you can't say it's just a dream

Ritual Talk Carlsbad Cavern

Better, bolder, more in tune
Selfless,
but still serving you
All the things you need
To be, and always nearing

So you lie awake in bed
With a brass band in your head
And the trumpet's call
Was never so endearing

I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
And I know there's only more
I do know the feeling
(Oh I know the feeling)
Coming in from out the door

Reminders

I know it's always moving
So where am I to stand
I can't keep running circles round this rock. I'll run out of land

Feel like I'm always further
But on the other hand
My sitting here in wonder's left me more left to comprehend

I wanted something to remind me
I wanted something to remind me
What to do
Not what I need to get done to do it

How often do I lose it?
The sight of what I am
Or what I'm tryna be or say or even to understand

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I wanted something to remind me
I wanted something to remind me
I wanted something to remind me
What to do
Not to lose
My own drive to follow through
On a goose chase trying to tell the truth

Saying something about my life saying something

Maybe I'll never see it
But what else can I say
Maybe if you're not aching than you simply are not awake

I wanted something to remind me
I wanted something to remind me
I wanted something to remind me
To do something

Domino Bones

Weighing ways to wait's been weighing down on you
Either way you're wasting days on nothing new
But nothing changes
'Til you find a way to find out what to do

Maybe you got plans that never made the cut
Overthinking thinking over things too much
Things are moving
Whether you decide to move with them or not

And I say
What you waiting for
And I say
What you waiting for

Ritual Talk Alex DeSimine Austin

'Cause that's just how it goes
Make a call or fall like old domino bones
Old domino bones
That's just how it goes
Make a call or fall like old domino bones
Stacked in pretty rows
That's just how it goes

Take a second first to look back at yourself
Jumping in like this sounds like somebody else
Maybe moving's better suited to you once you can slow down

Maybe that's the thought that fought you down before
Maybe just don't listen anymore

So I say
What you waiting for
And you say
That you may have never known

'Cause that's just how it goes
Make a call or fall like old domino bones
Old domino bones
That's just how it goes
Make a call or fall like old domino bones
Stacked in pretty rows
That's just how it goes

Undone

So what if what I've become comes undone?
Isn't that what got me here before?

Maybe I'll never know if I got there
Maybe "got there" is no place at all
And I don't know if I can get back there
Where I just left, but it's easy to recall 

Ritual Talk Dylan Gleit Blue

So what if what I've become comes undone?
Isn't that what got me here before?

(shell)

What's in a name besides just what you're called?
Is it what you've been?
Or what you still are?
What's in a face besides your smiling eyes?
Like your shining mind or your love of wine
Do you remember how you used to be?
Now you are different, but your name tag doesn't agree

It's only a shell
It's just as well
That it doesn't dictate you at all
You're no piece of paper from the city hall

All I can figure is who I am now
Don't ask of tomorrow as if I know somehow
It wasn't long ago I realized my prospects aren't waiting
They're as close as my heart allows

It's only a shell
It's just as well
That it doesn't dictate you at all
You're no piece of paper from the city hall

Is it a guideline
Is it a theme
Just a suggestion or a category
Just pretty adornments before you can see what you really can be

NOTINDISTRESS 

If I'm chasing something:
some beauty in the world,
some kind of understanding
that I have yet to learn -

let's say I want it madly,
but why this mortal urge?
Does it possess some power
like what I've only heard?

Here's to hoping that something comes out of this great big mess
I've been making of my mind lately -
but I'm not in distress, yet.

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I've heard all the stories,
at least what's on the news.
So many people's loved ones
that couldn't make it through.
(Could it be me?)
Maybe I'll never know now:
was it the prize or just the hunt?
Either way I turn it,

should I quit before too much,

or is this all just a crutch?

Maybe I'm thinking too much...

Here's to hoping that something comes out of this great big mess
I've been making of my mind lately -
but I'm not in distress, yet.



Mistep

How do I keep the roof from falling

Every time I turn around
Mis a step
Every time I
(Maybe I could never)


<there's got to be a better way>

Plans

Get up out your head and get some workin’ done
You got a lot of sun
Left in the day

You can take your time, unwind, do what you want
Know this is your come up
So have it your way

So no destination's got you freaking out
But don't mistake that now
For nowhere to go

Take a second first to look around for once
First let your eyes adjust
To all of the light
To all of the sights
You never thought twice about
'Cause it wasn't the time

You got plans

Get off your dry land and hand the reins away
Allow the ocean spray to bring you to life

Ritual Talk Happy in Albuquerque

You wouldn't believe the kind of shit you'll see
So don't take it from me
Take it in stride
But don't waste your time
You ought to think twice about
What you hide behind

You got plans

I know that it's selfish to keep you in the dark
Still I can only start
To open your eyes