Recorded 7/13 @ New Alliance, Cambridge MA.
When the story started I was crafted fit and clean, the finest specimen you'd seen. My cape was starched and folded right. The light reflected in my eyes. The days stretched out like open arms. Alarms were silenced, stuffed in boxes, cataloged and put away.
Cut from cloth, your tired eyes should take a look in my direction. Hours are not woven out of dreams. Let the chips fall as...they lie. There isn't time to make corrections. Clay is what they shaped me out of.
Narratives were formed and roles were cast without election. Elocution classes followed, blocked complete with measured lines. Obey the script as it is written. Learn the part as it's assigned. The rhyme and rhythm have a cadence. I was put here by design.
When the story ended I was never supposed to be the villain. When the story ended I was never supposed to be a shadow. I would walk in smiling and my name would be a good one., but when the story ended I'd been painted over.
from The Fear E.P.
released August 19, 2014
Mario, Mike and Tim: bass guitars.
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