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Matthew B. | Drums (2015-present) |
Member(bands): We Came Out Like Tigers | |
Fabian D. | Guitars (2015-present) |
Member(bands): We Came Out Like Tigers | |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin (2015-present) |
Member(bands): We Came Out Like Tigers |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | A Thorn, a Blight | EP | 2015 | Show album |
2 | The Unlawful Assembly | Full-length | 2017 | Show album |
3 | Behold Sedition Plainsong | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
A Thorn, a Blight
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 2015 | Moment of Collapse Records | Digital | ||
September 10th, 2015 | Independent | Digital | ||
September 10th, 2015 | Moment of Collapse Records | MOC096 | 12" vinyl | 180g vinyl |
July 1st, 2016 | Halo of Flies | HALO93 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Limited edition, Ultra clear vinyl |
2019 | Action Now! | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
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5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darkness the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
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The Unlawful Assembly
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 2nd, 2017 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
October 2nd, 2017 | Feast of Tentacles | OCT41 / Halo105 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
November 24th, 2017 | Prosthetic Records | PROS103152 | CD | Digipak |
November 24th, 2017 | Prosthetic Records | Digital | ||
2018 | Action Now! | Cassette | Limited edition | |
April 27th, 2018 | Prosthetic Records | PROS103151 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
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2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
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7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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Behold Sedition Plainsong
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 25th, 2019 | Prosthetic Records | PROS103821 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
October 25th, 2019 | Action Now! | Cassette | ||
October 25th, 2019 | Prosthetic Records | PROS103822 | CD | Digipak, limited edition |
October 25th, 2019 | Prosthetic Records | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums, Percussion, Harmonium, Vocals |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Raise the Flails | 01:25 | Show lyrics |
Pull the trigger, Bend the bow, Wield your mighty lances! It’s time for new tales of resistance! |
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2. | The Smell of Ancient Dust | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
This that rests inside us, The innate ability to resist. Ability generations learned, A mistrusting hatred centuries earned, The knowledge of the flung projectile, The cleansing power of the burning street, The loathing of the ruling hand, The crackers gaze, The constructed grip. Your birthright accessed, The suffering that picks the lock, A bank of knowledge a skill a gift. Comfort has led us to this hibernation The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget. But rouse, stir, Reach for projectiles This is a hatred you were born for, A dignity to flaunt. A health that is in you, The inherited legacy, That will trigger your ability to revolt. |
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3. | Like Smoke into Fog | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
So an ode to the reformists That moralise peace and civility, You untouched by the violence, blind to mighty march of flames. To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger Yet find the guilt uncomfortable, Tear off and burn that uniform Or become equally culpable. As one candle gutters and dies As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder builds the furnace. From the bailiffs to the judges On which capitalism depends, Quickly the day comes thundering When we will seek revenge. Set fire to the courthouse And its ledgers, Burn their deportation orders! And save accelerant for the devils That enforce the borders. A bullet for the homophobic priests; Glibly they alot us status, Our longing for acceptance Is weaponised against us. You’ll never get your filthy hands All soaked in tears and years of blood On the one thing we would die without, How dare you target love. As one candle gutters and dies, As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder build the furnace. |
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4. | To All, to All, to All! | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Oh, what a travesty To think that nothing is wrong And suffer The sadness anyway. Shall we blame the light? The lack of it? Our star burns constantly with an unbearable fire yet still holds our head Under nights surface! A winters gasp enough to survive, To hold on, to hold on! And believe in day, in happiness, In the confidence of warmth. Can I hold my breath through this? Can I hold my breath through this? Did I waste enough of the summer On tillage and hoarding? Did I worry enough To worry again, Is this every year? Have I lost enough of the day To survive the night? And time away from family, From lovers, from songs? I hate this! Work is the shackle Debt is the cage. |
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5. | A Time for Courage at the Borderlands | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
When the sea that stole your loved ones Is still safer than the land, When the forest dies, The water dries, The soil turns to sand. Stay and watch your children die Or run and they might survive, Evade the pigs at the border, Unflinchingly ruining peoples lives. Can you imagine the horror Of a fence they won’t let you through? Another country refusing help, What if that was you? What if what was needed Was another pair of hands, Active solidarity, The skills that you have? What if all it took To help get people through Was someone else who could resist, What if that was you? |
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6. | Songs in the Key of Compromise | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
A truly meagre blasphemy And in truth It serves as a contribution To the conventions you claim to oppose. Two sides of a worthless coin, Two sides of a worthless coin! A complicit supposed hostility That serves both and challenges neither. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. One had puppets Christ The other wields Satan, But it is the same wretch That skulks behind the curtain. And when faced with true dissent, When shown the revolutionaries path You cry moral outrage And stand in defence of governance. You are pathetic A shill, a lousy heretic, A drudge of the order you imagine you offend. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Until the Forge Goes Cold | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
In comfort some forgot What was done to keep us here Drunk on former victories, Time sanitised, context lost! Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. And when they asked us to kneel, Fascism is the hand that keeps us down, At the first sign of resistance, The state begins to unleash the hounds. As the wealth bled back from the colonies And lubricates the citadels The fascist wretch, no longer needed, Slunk away, now out of favour. But soon enough the rivers run dry, We fucked the land, We drained the wells, The wealth, once so freely gifted, Was recalled from working peoples hands. Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. The resistance is rekindled, The skills are all still here, What was sleeping now awakes, The knife still sharp after all these years! |
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8. | A Stone’s Throw | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
As the life glow falters, As the landscape darkens, Where is your fame-ed Love of the land. Your wreak a blight upon the ground To ratify your precious state. Tell me what you know of love I’ll show you what we mean by hate. |
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9. | Soon Will Be the Age of Lessons Learnt | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
The executors of chaos The inheritors of death. We won’t even be forgotten, There’ll be no one left to forget. Only in their death Will our debt be erased, And we wait, Build,grow, agitate. As the ice melts and the ocean swells All our masters are building is hell. The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger, The knowing but not ever knowing. As the last trees are murdered And the insects are dying in droves, Death crawls up the chain. |
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10. | Salvation Rite | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison, The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking. One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit, This plain which every second, Is less worth the fight of saving. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, At least the ones we haven’t enslaved. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories, Some beautifully written lore, A tragically useless explanation, Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal: The start of the insurrection, The inevitable hurtling chaos, The slowly dawning realisation, Of the ardour that faces us. Liminal: The absurdity, the terror, The reluctant understanding, The actions we must make would be deliverance and cessation. |
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11. | The Curse, the Dappled Light | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Even the politicians marvel That you still believe They would deem To serve you. The land lies groaning, The mountains huddle closer For fear of what The coming years will bring. Those who tricked us once Have come back round to try again. Why won’t you admit Its only ever gotten worse? Your vote adds weight to all they threaten, Your trust the only mandate that they need. And if they crush our fierce rebellion, If they stamp out defiance-light, I’d sooner cast off subordination And believe in reprisal, and die for spite. And even if the fights forgotten And our rebellion is erased. As the rubble of resistance buries us, We’ll never lie in cowards graves. |
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A Thorn, a Blight
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
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5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darken the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
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23:18 |
A Thorn, a Blight
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
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5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darken the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
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23:18 |
A Thorn, a Blight
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
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5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darken the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
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23:18 |
A Thorn, a Blight
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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Side B | |||
4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
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5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darken the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
23:18 |
A Thorn, a Blight
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew Broadley | Drums |
Fabian Devlin | Guitars |
Simon Barr | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Black Cloth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
When you use the word pragmatic Who will be lumbered with the sacrifice? Who are your unlucky few? It is a fairly cheap form of optimism When you set the bar so low. Taken out of context Of every previous conflict, The arrogance of thinking this is like never before. Do you want things to be better, Or just slightly easier for you? This isn’t going to come easy, We’re not going to vote this away, We’ll have to firebomb their palaces, Lets bury the hatchet... Deep in their skulls! Because a government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land, The only true freedom is freedom for all, Each life guided by its own hand. A government won’t grant us all freedom, The rich won’t give back the land! |
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2. | Cauldron of Rebirth | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
You are a waste to be sad in summer, You can’t make a good job of what’s in your head. You are disgusting. How to best describe the desperation of believing lies That you first told? I guess I must have whispered them too often; “It will get brighter with the weather, It will get brighter with the weather...” I swear I am getting weaker, I swear I am slowing down. You wallow. And yet slowly evening draws in, You watch as the dust settles. Tremble with the relief of having outlived The daylight once again. Take pleasure where you can, The sun may fight you all the harder the next time. Breathe heavy the dusk air. |
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3. | Strident Voices | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don’t ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be. Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her. Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine. |
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Side B | |||
4. | At the Still Point | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Another morning in tears, The piano hammers out. You catch yourself absconding with All the worlds heavy truths, To flirt with the foolish optimism that Is the start of winter. Drunker absurdities: ’it will be romantic, There is beauty in the cold!’ There is not, And it will try kill us. That is a truth that all the trees know. We stray too far from the sun, The Earth strains at it’s tether. |
|||
5. | A Colony of Fevers | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised! Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine. For some of you we’ll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You’ll no longer be able to blame circumstance. |
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6. | Darken the Door | 03:34 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
23:18 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
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2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
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7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - The Wild Service | |||
1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
|||
2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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Side B - The Wild Magic | |||
6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
|||
7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
|||
9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
|||
10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
|||
2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
|||
5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
|||
6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
|||
7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
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2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
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7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - The Wild Service | |||
1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
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2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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Side B - The Wild Magic | |||
6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
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7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
The Unlawful Assembly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tom Dring | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - The Wild Service | |||
1. | Fire Sermon | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
So light the fires and gather the stones! Hot enough to burn them out, And take back what we’re owed! We’ll march to the gates of the prison for one final time, Watch the vindictive governor cast his eyes up to the skies, We’ll make him feel for a moment all the despair and fear, That he inflicted on the unfortunate for thousands of years. We’ll prise off the hinges and shatter the locks! It’s time to empty the cells! They must be told they were never forgotten, That their suffering will not be forgiven! The dialogues of vengeance versus mercy must be lead by those that were wronged, For the naive and privileged have undermined us for too long. These are things that cannot be forgiven, acts of suffering that can’t be unsewn... So light the fires and gather the stones! |
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2. | The Abyssal Plain | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Either you and I see too much happiness Or not enough, I can’t remember what we settled upon. Is it the optimism of certain knowledge Or our current disappointment, That keeps us running ahead? I heard that you can never truly see the present, That after the time it takes The light to hit your brain, Everything you see is already past. This leaves us two options. Do we settle for nostalgia as all we’ll ever process, Or delight in the speed, The winding of times path? We must stop loosing the pressure valves, Let the shadows grow! This must never be palatable, Let the shadows grow! The insipid glare of orthodoxy, Conformity’s unforgiving spotlight, Chases magic to the perimeter line, Leaving darkness as our only adventure. For all the times we’ve been sold out, All the land that’s been let down, For all the families poverty drowns, Let the shadows grow! |
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3. | Future Perfect Conditional | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
To avoid love to remain un-heartbroken, To leave a dream un-chased, To keep quiet when you should have spoken, To see your passions gone to waste. Is it the soul that won’t remember Or the heart that cannot trust? A constant yearning, to be safe, to be loved! You must forever turn away When all that’s righteous tries to hold your gaze. All that’s light so quickly fades! You heard the call and you did not answer. You heard the cry for help and you turned away! Your love will never be meaningful, How can your heart ever be trusted? You had a choice, and didn’t make it, Your hands are smooth and clean. You said you wanted to taste the harvest, But when the plough needed hauling you were not to be seen. |
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4. | Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
All the wanting in the world Won’t bring your god to life, Your weightless words are swept away And I don’t think anyone noticed. I used to hope you’d just be extraneous, but now I don’t even hope. Everything you’ve ever said, every hatred, every sleight of hand, Sees you fade out to irrelevance So I guess thank God for that. We could happily burn the lot As a promise for every childhood destroyed, Every woman shamed. Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal, Let the fires burn as a signal that Our community won’t fail to protect them again, All this destruction will be avenged. You have delighted in harsh decisions, But it was really never a risk, Because you would never feel The consequences! I’m sick of the same white male excuses For those gross white male abusers. Every hatred, every sleight of hand Sees you fade out to irrelevance, So I guess thank God for that. |
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5. | A Litany to Cowards | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
To delight in others subjugation, To control via scapegoating and fear, To try and intellectualise evil, to aspire to a tightly bound spear. The language might be different, the sentiment’s the same, You chose the weakest To shoulder all the blame. |
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Side B - The Wild Magic | |||
6. | The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
You gamble again on the listing scales, The balance endlessly tilting, The rigid structure that will only ever fall two ways. Adamant that the balance cannot be predetermined, That the coin be constantly tossed, And each half equally weighted, There is confusion when the odds don’t always favour you. It’s very failure you see as it’s strength, It’s blindness to need or compassion, Gives weight and credence To evils you thought The machine would erase. An instrument designed to balance the great opposites Must always rely on good and evil. Why is there a ceiling on what we are trusted with? In place of the gamble on hope or despair, Why can we not rig the system? Let’s force the outcome, Let’s trust ourselves completely And know that cruelty is not the prerequisite of kindness. This is all by our hand And can easily be undone, Lets stop the arbitrary outcomes, And just set the balance once. |
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7. | Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
The nights are long and unwanted, A blur of troublesome sights exhausting, The dark side of what it is to dream. Rest that I wish I never needed, A task, a hurdle that racks the mind. I love the night but not the visions, Not the apparitions, A thousand times I’ll ne’er do well, And my weakness is always at the centre. Oh! if you could see these scenes, Each trait insufferable, Inability displayed a thousand ways, My inability displayed a thousand ways! Daybreak finds it different, The sun grows the lie in my every word, A shadowed husk swathed in saccharine cloth, The years have seen to it that the mask won’t slip. But the moon sees the mind stripped naked, The pleasing veil gone and what is, remains. What it is to hate to sleep. |
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8. | Strike Again the Hammer Sings | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Where is the logic in tolerating boundaries That the eye cannot see, That the heart will not follow, To which the very land won’t adhere? A true test of decency is: When faced with razor wire One can only fix on the beauty on the other side, The wire won’t come into focus. The shadow it was built to cast is dismissed by the boundless sun. To uphold these limits of land betrays a limit of the mind. We are only alive in these songs, And the songs belong to the land, We must bury all those that divide us Under the ash of every national flag! Its time to end the pain the borders bring, Strike again the hammer sings! |
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9. | Island of Cannibal Horses | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
And as Ignorant feet slap towards us, Eagerly in defence of this miserable land, We beautiful women and men run to meet them. Concrete is crumbled into handfuls, Roughly and perfectly hewn, Small enough to be given flight, Heavy enough to go through skull and skin. These streets are now ours And we have every right to uproot them, Cobbles are re-purposed To rain down on those in our way. The air crackles with fear and hunger, A perfect hatred, As intense as you will ever feel, As intense as you would ever feel! We command our fists and spit and hatred To rain down on them unbridled: Stop. You were given the chance to stop. Now you are being given assistance. This is our community, It is strong and we will defend it. There is nothing that fights harder than love. |
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10. | A Thought, Ablaze | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
When they tried to scapegoat our brothers and sisters, When they tried to hide hatred behind a criticism of religion, When they made jokes about genocide, When they threatened ordinary people’s lives, A few of us could not allow them to create the division. We talked so much about this That soon it turned to action, Then the actions became so big The talking had to stop. Now silent and raging, We were finding pain Where many had not thought to look. Every time you gave everything you had, And every time it was not enough, And every time you did things you once would not have done, Things that you were uncomfortable with before. My heart has been tormented But broken it will never be, To be defeated and still living Is not alive to me. |
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43:49 |
Behold Sedition Plainsong
Members | |
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Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums, Percussion, Harmonium, Vocals |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Raise the Flails | 01:25 | Show lyrics |
Pull the trigger, Bend the bow, Wield your mighty lances! It’s time for new tales of resistance! |
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2. | The Smell of Ancient Dust | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
This that rests inside us, The innate ability to resist. Ability generations learned, A mistrusting hatred centuries earned, The knowledge of the flung projectile, The cleansing power of the burning street, The loathing of the ruling hand, The crackers gaze, The constructed grip. Your birthright accessed, The suffering that picks the lock, A bank of knowledge a skill a gift. Comfort has led us to this hibernation The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget. But rouse, stir, Reach for projectiles This is a hatred you were born for, A dignity to flaunt. A health that is in you, The inherited legacy, That will trigger your ability to revolt. |
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3. | Like Smoke into Fog | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
So an ode to the reformists That moralise peace and civility, You untouched by the violence, blind to mighty march of flames. To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger Yet find the guilt uncomfortable, Tear off and burn that uniform Or become equally culpable. As one candle gutters and dies As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder builds the furnace. From the bailiffs to the judges On which capitalism depends, Quickly the day comes thundering When we will seek revenge. Set fire to the courthouse And its ledgers, Burn their deportation orders! And save accelerant for the devils That enforce the borders. A bullet for the homophobic priests; Glibly they alot us status, Our longing for acceptance Is weaponised against us. You’ll never get your filthy hands All soaked in tears and years of blood On the one thing we would die without, How dare you target love. As one candle gutters and dies, As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder build the furnace. |
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4. | To All, to All, to All! | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Oh, what a travesty To think that nothing is wrong And suffer The sadness anyway. Shall we blame the light? The lack of it? Our star burns constantly with an unbearable fire yet still holds our head Under nights surface! A winters gasp enough to survive, To hold on, to hold on! And believe in day, in happiness, In the confidence of warmth. Can I hold my breath through this? Can I hold my breath through this? Did I waste enough of the summer On tillage and hoarding? Did I worry enough To worry again, Is this every year? Have I lost enough of the day To survive the night? And time away from family, From lovers, from songs? I hate this! Work is the shackle Debt is the cage. |
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5. | A Time for Courage at the Borderlands | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
When the sea that stole your loved ones Is still safer than the land, When the forest dies, The water dries, The soil turns to sand. Stay and watch your children die Or run and they might survive, Evade the pigs at the border, Unflinchingly ruining peoples lives. Can you imagine the horror Of a fence they won’t let you through? Another country refusing help, What if that was you? What if what was needed Was another pair of hands, Active solidarity, The skills that you have? What if all it took To help get people through Was someone else who could resist, What if that was you? |
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6. | Songs in the Key of Compromise | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
A truly meagre blasphemy And in truth It serves as a contribution To the conventions you claim to oppose. Two sides of a worthless coin, Two sides of a worthless coin! A complicit supposed hostility That serves both and challenges neither. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. One had puppets Christ The other wields Satan, But it is the same wretch That skulks behind the curtain. And when faced with true dissent, When shown the revolutionaries path You cry moral outrage And stand in defence of governance. You are pathetic A shill, a lousy heretic, A drudge of the order you imagine you offend. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Until the Forge Goes Cold | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
In comfort some forgot What was done to keep us here Drunk on former victories, Time sanitised, context lost! Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. And when they asked us to kneel, Fascism is the hand that keeps us down, At the first sign of resistance, The state begins to unleash the hounds. As the wealth bled back from the colonies And lubricates the citadels The fascist wretch, no longer needed, Slunk away, now out of favour. But soon enough the rivers run dry, We fucked the land, We drained the wells, The wealth, once so freely gifted, Was recalled from working peoples hands. Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. The resistance is rekindled, The skills are all still here, What was sleeping now awakes, The knife still sharp after all these years! |
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8. | A Stone’s Throw | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
As the life glow falters, As the landscape darkens, Where is your fame-ed Love of the land. Your wreak a blight upon the ground To ratify your precious state. Tell me what you know of love I’ll show you what we mean by hate. |
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9. | Soon Will Be the Age of Lessons Learnt | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
The executors of chaos The inheritors of death. We won’t even be forgotten, There’ll be no one left to forget. Only in their death Will our debt be erased, And we wait, Build,grow, agitate. As the ice melts and the ocean swells All our masters are building is hell. The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger, The knowing but not ever knowing. As the last trees are murdered And the insects are dying in droves, Death crawls up the chain. |
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10. | Salvation Rite | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison, The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking. One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit, This plain which every second, Is less worth the fight of saving. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, At least the ones we haven’t enslaved. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories, Some beautifully written lore, A tragically useless explanation, Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal: The start of the insurrection, The inevitable hurtling chaos, The slowly dawning realisation, Of the ardour that faces us. Liminal: The absurdity, the terror, The reluctant understanding, The actions we must make would be deliverance and cessation. |
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11. | The Curse, the Dappled Light | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Even the politicians marvel That you still believe They would deem To serve you. The land lies groaning, The mountains huddle closer For fear of what The coming years will bring. Those who tricked us once Have come back round to try again. Why won’t you admit Its only ever gotten worse? Your vote adds weight to all they threaten, Your trust the only mandate that they need. And if they crush our fierce rebellion, If they stamp out defiance-light, I’d sooner cast off subordination And believe in reprisal, and die for spite. And even if the fights forgotten And our rebellion is erased. As the rubble of resistance buries us, We’ll never lie in cowards graves. |
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41:41 |
Behold Sedition Plainsong
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums, Percussion, Harmonium, Vocals |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Raise the Flails | 01:25 | Show lyrics |
Pull the trigger, Bend the bow, Wield your mighty lances! It’s time for new tales of resistance! |
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2. | The Smell of Ancient Dust | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
This that rests inside us, The innate ability to resist. Ability generations learned, A mistrusting hatred centuries earned, The knowledge of the flung projectile, The cleansing power of the burning street, The loathing of the ruling hand, The crackers gaze, The constructed grip. Your birthright accessed, The suffering that picks the lock, A bank of knowledge a skill a gift. Comfort has led us to this hibernation The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget. But rouse, stir, Reach for projectiles This is a hatred you were born for, A dignity to flaunt. A health that is in you, The inherited legacy, That will trigger your ability to revolt. |
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3. | Like Smoke into Fog | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
So an ode to the reformists That moralise peace and civility, You untouched by the violence, blind to mighty march of flames. To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger Yet find the guilt uncomfortable, Tear off and burn that uniform Or become equally culpable. As one candle gutters and dies As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder builds the furnace. From the bailiffs to the judges On which capitalism depends, Quickly the day comes thundering When we will seek revenge. Set fire to the courthouse And its ledgers, Burn their deportation orders! And save accelerant for the devils That enforce the borders. A bullet for the homophobic priests; Glibly they alot us status, Our longing for acceptance Is weaponised against us. You’ll never get your filthy hands All soaked in tears and years of blood On the one thing we would die without, How dare you target love. As one candle gutters and dies, As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder build the furnace. |
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4. | To All, to All, to All! | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Oh, what a travesty To think that nothing is wrong And suffer The sadness anyway. Shall we blame the light? The lack of it? Our star burns constantly with an unbearable fire yet still holds our head Under nights surface! A winters gasp enough to survive, To hold on, to hold on! And believe in day, in happiness, In the confidence of warmth. Can I hold my breath through this? Can I hold my breath through this? Did I waste enough of the summer On tillage and hoarding? Did I worry enough To worry again, Is this every year? Have I lost enough of the day To survive the night? And time away from family, From lovers, from songs? I hate this! Work is the shackle Debt is the cage. |
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5. | A Time for Courage at the Borderlands | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
When the sea that stole your loved ones Is still safer than the land, When the forest dies, The water dries, The soil turns to sand. Stay and watch your children die Or run and they might survive, Evade the pigs at the border, Unflinchingly ruining peoples lives. Can you imagine the horror Of a fence they won’t let you through? Another country refusing help, What if that was you? What if what was needed Was another pair of hands, Active solidarity, The skills that you have? What if all it took To help get people through Was someone else who could resist, What if that was you? |
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6. | Songs in the Key of Compromise | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
A truly meagre blasphemy And in truth It serves as a contribution To the conventions you claim to oppose. Two sides of a worthless coin, Two sides of a worthless coin! A complicit supposed hostility That serves both and challenges neither. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. One had puppets Christ The other wields Satan, But it is the same wretch That skulks behind the curtain. And when faced with true dissent, When shown the revolutionaries path You cry moral outrage And stand in defence of governance. You are pathetic A shill, a lousy heretic, A drudge of the order you imagine you offend. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Until the Forge Goes Cold | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
In comfort some forgot What was done to keep us here Drunk on former victories, Time sanitised, context lost! Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. And when they asked us to kneel, Fascism is the hand that keeps us down, At the first sign of resistance, The state begins to unleash the hounds. As the wealth bled back from the colonies And lubricates the citadels The fascist wretch, no longer needed, Slunk away, now out of favour. But soon enough the rivers run dry, We fucked the land, We drained the wells, The wealth, once so freely gifted, Was recalled from working peoples hands. Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. The resistance is rekindled, The skills are all still here, What was sleeping now awakes, The knife still sharp after all these years! |
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8. | A Stone’s Throw | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
As the life glow falters, As the landscape darkens, Where is your fame-ed Love of the land. Your wreak a blight upon the ground To ratify your precious state. Tell me what you know of love I’ll show you what we mean by hate. |
|||
9. | Soon Will Be the Age of Lessons Learnt | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
The executors of chaos The inheritors of death. We won’t even be forgotten, There’ll be no one left to forget. Only in their death Will our debt be erased, And we wait, Build,grow, agitate. As the ice melts and the ocean swells All our masters are building is hell. The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger, The knowing but not ever knowing. As the last trees are murdered And the insects are dying in droves, Death crawls up the chain. |
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10. | Salvation Rite | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison, The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking. One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit, This plain which every second, Is less worth the fight of saving. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, At least the ones we haven’t enslaved. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories, Some beautifully written lore, A tragically useless explanation, Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal: The start of the insurrection, The inevitable hurtling chaos, The slowly dawning realisation, Of the ardour that faces us. Liminal: The absurdity, the terror, The reluctant understanding, The actions we must make would be deliverance and cessation. |
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11. | The Curse, the Dappled Light | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Even the politicians marvel That you still believe They would deem To serve you. The land lies groaning, The mountains huddle closer For fear of what The coming years will bring. Those who tricked us once Have come back round to try again. Why won’t you admit Its only ever gotten worse? Your vote adds weight to all they threaten, Your trust the only mandate that they need. And if they crush our fierce rebellion, If they stamp out defiance-light, I’d sooner cast off subordination And believe in reprisal, and die for spite. And even if the fights forgotten And our rebellion is erased. As the rubble of resistance buries us, We’ll never lie in cowards graves. |
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41:41 |
Behold Sedition Plainsong
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums, Percussion, Harmonium, Vocals |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Raise the Flails | 01:25 | Show lyrics |
Pull the trigger, Bend the bow, Wield your mighty lances! It’s time for new tales of resistance! |
|||
2. | The Smell of Ancient Dust | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
This that rests inside us, The innate ability to resist. Ability generations learned, A mistrusting hatred centuries earned, The knowledge of the flung projectile, The cleansing power of the burning street, The loathing of the ruling hand, The crackers gaze, The constructed grip. Your birthright accessed, The suffering that picks the lock, A bank of knowledge a skill a gift. Comfort has led us to this hibernation The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget. But rouse, stir, Reach for projectiles This is a hatred you were born for, A dignity to flaunt. A health that is in you, The inherited legacy, That will trigger your ability to revolt. |
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3. | Like Smoke into Fog | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
So an ode to the reformists That moralise peace and civility, You untouched by the violence, blind to mighty march of flames. To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger Yet find the guilt uncomfortable, Tear off and burn that uniform Or become equally culpable. As one candle gutters and dies As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder builds the furnace. From the bailiffs to the judges On which capitalism depends, Quickly the day comes thundering When we will seek revenge. Set fire to the courthouse And its ledgers, Burn their deportation orders! And save accelerant for the devils That enforce the borders. A bullet for the homophobic priests; Glibly they alot us status, Our longing for acceptance Is weaponised against us. You’ll never get your filthy hands All soaked in tears and years of blood On the one thing we would die without, How dare you target love. As one candle gutters and dies, As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder build the furnace. |
|||
4. | To All, to All, to All! | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Oh, what a travesty To think that nothing is wrong And suffer The sadness anyway. Shall we blame the light? The lack of it? Our star burns constantly with an unbearable fire yet still holds our head Under nights surface! A winters gasp enough to survive, To hold on, to hold on! And believe in day, in happiness, In the confidence of warmth. Can I hold my breath through this? Can I hold my breath through this? Did I waste enough of the summer On tillage and hoarding? Did I worry enough To worry again, Is this every year? Have I lost enough of the day To survive the night? And time away from family, From lovers, from songs? I hate this! Work is the shackle Debt is the cage. |
|||
5. | A Time for Courage at the Borderlands | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
When the sea that stole your loved ones Is still safer than the land, When the forest dies, The water dries, The soil turns to sand. Stay and watch your children die Or run and they might survive, Evade the pigs at the border, Unflinchingly ruining peoples lives. Can you imagine the horror Of a fence they won’t let you through? Another country refusing help, What if that was you? What if what was needed Was another pair of hands, Active solidarity, The skills that you have? What if all it took To help get people through Was someone else who could resist, What if that was you? |
|||
6. | Songs in the Key of Compromise | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
A truly meagre blasphemy And in truth It serves as a contribution To the conventions you claim to oppose. Two sides of a worthless coin, Two sides of a worthless coin! A complicit supposed hostility That serves both and challenges neither. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. One had puppets Christ The other wields Satan, But it is the same wretch That skulks behind the curtain. And when faced with true dissent, When shown the revolutionaries path You cry moral outrage And stand in defence of governance. You are pathetic A shill, a lousy heretic, A drudge of the order you imagine you offend. |
|||
7. | Until the Forge Goes Cold | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
In comfort some forgot What was done to keep us here Drunk on former victories, Time sanitised, context lost! Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. And when they asked us to kneel, Fascism is the hand that keeps us down, At the first sign of resistance, The state begins to unleash the hounds. As the wealth bled back from the colonies And lubricates the citadels The fascist wretch, no longer needed, Slunk away, now out of favour. But soon enough the rivers run dry, We fucked the land, We drained the wells, The wealth, once so freely gifted, Was recalled from working peoples hands. Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. The resistance is rekindled, The skills are all still here, What was sleeping now awakes, The knife still sharp after all these years! |
|||
8. | A Stone’s Throw | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
As the life glow falters, As the landscape darkens, Where is your fame-ed Love of the land. Your wreak a blight upon the ground To ratify your precious state. Tell me what you know of love I’ll show you what we mean by hate. |
|||
9. | Soon Will Be the Age of Lessons Learnt | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
The executors of chaos The inheritors of death. We won’t even be forgotten, There’ll be no one left to forget. Only in their death Will our debt be erased, And we wait, Build,grow, agitate. As the ice melts and the ocean swells All our masters are building is hell. The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger, The knowing but not ever knowing. As the last trees are murdered And the insects are dying in droves, Death crawls up the chain. |
|||
10. | Salvation Rite | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison, The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking. One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit, This plain which every second, Is less worth the fight of saving. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, At least the ones we haven’t enslaved. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories, Some beautifully written lore, A tragically useless explanation, Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal: The start of the insurrection, The inevitable hurtling chaos, The slowly dawning realisation, Of the ardour that faces us. Liminal: The absurdity, the terror, The reluctant understanding, The actions we must make would be deliverance and cessation. |
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11. | The Curse, the Dappled Light | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Even the politicians marvel That you still believe They would deem To serve you. The land lies groaning, The mountains huddle closer For fear of what The coming years will bring. Those who tricked us once Have come back round to try again. Why won’t you admit Its only ever gotten worse? Your vote adds weight to all they threaten, Your trust the only mandate that they need. And if they crush our fierce rebellion, If they stamp out defiance-light, I’d sooner cast off subordination And believe in reprisal, and die for spite. And even if the fights forgotten And our rebellion is erased. As the rubble of resistance buries us, We’ll never lie in cowards graves. |
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41:41 |
Behold Sedition Plainsong
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Matthew B. | Drums, Percussion, Harmonium, Vocals |
Fabian D. | Guitars |
Simon B. | Vocals, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Raise the Flails | 01:25 | Show lyrics |
Pull the trigger, Bend the bow, Wield your mighty lances! It’s time for new tales of resistance! |
|||
2. | The Smell of Ancient Dust | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
This that rests inside us, The innate ability to resist. Ability generations learned, A mistrusting hatred centuries earned, The knowledge of the flung projectile, The cleansing power of the burning street, The loathing of the ruling hand, The crackers gaze, The constructed grip. Your birthright accessed, The suffering that picks the lock, A bank of knowledge a skill a gift. Comfort has led us to this hibernation The struggle, less visible, has allowed us to forget. But rouse, stir, Reach for projectiles This is a hatred you were born for, A dignity to flaunt. A health that is in you, The inherited legacy, That will trigger your ability to revolt. |
|||
3. | Like Smoke into Fog | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
So an ode to the reformists That moralise peace and civility, You untouched by the violence, blind to mighty march of flames. To the officers that didn’t pull the trigger Yet find the guilt uncomfortable, Tear off and burn that uniform Or become equally culpable. As one candle gutters and dies As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder builds the furnace. From the bailiffs to the judges On which capitalism depends, Quickly the day comes thundering When we will seek revenge. Set fire to the courthouse And its ledgers, Burn their deportation orders! And save accelerant for the devils That enforce the borders. A bullet for the homophobic priests; Glibly they alot us status, Our longing for acceptance Is weaponised against us. You’ll never get your filthy hands All soaked in tears and years of blood On the one thing we would die without, How dare you target love. As one candle gutters and dies, As it exhales smoke for the very last time, A thousand flames ignite from this, Every cinder build the furnace. |
|||
4. | To All, to All, to All! | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Oh, what a travesty To think that nothing is wrong And suffer The sadness anyway. Shall we blame the light? The lack of it? Our star burns constantly with an unbearable fire yet still holds our head Under nights surface! A winters gasp enough to survive, To hold on, to hold on! And believe in day, in happiness, In the confidence of warmth. Can I hold my breath through this? Can I hold my breath through this? Did I waste enough of the summer On tillage and hoarding? Did I worry enough To worry again, Is this every year? Have I lost enough of the day To survive the night? And time away from family, From lovers, from songs? I hate this! Work is the shackle Debt is the cage. |
|||
5. | A Time for Courage at the Borderlands | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
When the sea that stole your loved ones Is still safer than the land, When the forest dies, The water dries, The soil turns to sand. Stay and watch your children die Or run and they might survive, Evade the pigs at the border, Unflinchingly ruining peoples lives. Can you imagine the horror Of a fence they won’t let you through? Another country refusing help, What if that was you? What if what was needed Was another pair of hands, Active solidarity, The skills that you have? What if all it took To help get people through Was someone else who could resist, What if that was you? |
|||
6. | Songs in the Key of Compromise | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
A truly meagre blasphemy And in truth It serves as a contribution To the conventions you claim to oppose. Two sides of a worthless coin, Two sides of a worthless coin! A complicit supposed hostility That serves both and challenges neither. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. All the bluster, all the false antagonism Is all part of the dichotomy. One had puppets Christ The other wields Satan, But it is the same wretch That skulks behind the curtain. And when faced with true dissent, When shown the revolutionaries path You cry moral outrage And stand in defence of governance. You are pathetic A shill, a lousy heretic, A drudge of the order you imagine you offend. |
|||
7. | Until the Forge Goes Cold | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
In comfort some forgot What was done to keep us here Drunk on former victories, Time sanitised, context lost! Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. And when they asked us to kneel, Fascism is the hand that keeps us down, At the first sign of resistance, The state begins to unleash the hounds. As the wealth bled back from the colonies And lubricates the citadels The fascist wretch, no longer needed, Slunk away, now out of favour. But soon enough the rivers run dry, We fucked the land, We drained the wells, The wealth, once so freely gifted, Was recalled from working peoples hands. Quietly they forgot, Well we did not. The resistance is rekindled, The skills are all still here, What was sleeping now awakes, The knife still sharp after all these years! |
|||
8. | A Stone’s Throw | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
As the life glow falters, As the landscape darkens, Where is your fame-ed Love of the land. Your wreak a blight upon the ground To ratify your precious state. Tell me what you know of love I’ll show you what we mean by hate. |
|||
9. | Soon Will Be the Age of Lessons Learnt | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
The executors of chaos The inheritors of death. We won’t even be forgotten, There’ll be no one left to forget. Only in their death Will our debt be erased, And we wait, Build,grow, agitate. As the ice melts and the ocean swells All our masters are building is hell. The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger, The knowing but not ever knowing. As the last trees are murdered And the insects are dying in droves, Death crawls up the chain. |
|||
10. | Salvation Rite | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
The rivers turn to spite us By slowly feeding us poison, The sea spits at us debris On which its slowly choking. One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit, This plain which every second, Is less worth the fight of saving. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, At least the ones we haven’t enslaved. I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong, Do they think that they are to blame? I wonder if they have stories, Some beautifully written lore, A tragically useless explanation, Equal in delusion to the religions of men? Liminal: The start of the insurrection, The inevitable hurtling chaos, The slowly dawning realisation, Of the ardour that faces us. Liminal: The absurdity, the terror, The reluctant understanding, The actions we must make would be deliverance and cessation. |
|||
11. | The Curse, the Dappled Light | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Even the politicians marvel That you still believe They would deem To serve you. The land lies groaning, The mountains huddle closer For fear of what The coming years will bring. Those who tricked us once Have come back round to try again. Why won’t you admit Its only ever gotten worse? Your vote adds weight to all they threaten, Your trust the only mandate that they need. And if they crush our fierce rebellion, If they stamp out defiance-light, I’d sooner cast off subordination And believe in reprisal, and die for spite. And even if the fights forgotten And our rebellion is erased. As the rubble of resistance buries us, We’ll never lie in cowards graves. |
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