Recorded 7/13 @ New Alliance, Cambridge MA.
I drank down lead in the merciless heat when it seemed all the world attacked me, when the wind drew the songs of dogs through the alleys and their verses held me completely. There was really only one way all of this was ever going to work out.
I used to pray that I’d learn how to pray with the right words to say and to whom I’d address them; floating trains and sweet chariots raining down, fiery ladders ascending to heaven. There was really only one way that my life was ever going to work out.
I got out. I escaped; brought my bloody bones back from the brink, cleaned them off and I wore them. Made a list of the prayers and the songs I had learned from the wind and the dogs and seraphim. There was really only one way that this song was ever going to play out.
You can escape, you can get out. Big and small, we can bury them all. Our graves are empty and we are always elsewhere.
from The Fear E.P.
released August 19, 2014
Mario, Tim and Mike: bass guitars.
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