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Deafheaven
Members | |
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Current | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars (2010-present) |
Member(bands): Rise of Caligula | |
George Clarke | Vocals (2010-present) |
Member(bands): Rise of Caligula, Wachs & Clarke | |
Daniel Tracy | Drums (2012-present) |
Member(bands): Heaven’s Club, Creepers | |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Heaven’s Club, Creepers | |
Chris Johnson | Bass (2017-present) |
Member(bands): Doomriders, Summoner, Riff Cannon | |
Past | |
Derek Prine | Bass (2010-2012) |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums (2010-2012) |
Member(bands): Lycus, Silence in the Snow, Dispirit, Minenwerfer (live), Wolves in the Throne Room (live), Linoleum Dream, Temple of Saturn | |
Nick Bassett | Guitars (2010-2012) |
Member(bands): Obolus, Camera Shy, Death of Lovers, Whirr, Nothing | |
Korey Severson | Drums (2012) |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass (2014-2016) |
Member(bands): Monuments Collapse, Field Agent | |
Past (Live) | |
Joey Bautista | Guitars (2011-2012) |
Member(bands): Whirr, Best Coast (live) | |
Gary Bettencourt | Guitars (2011) |
Member(bands): Black Monolith, Rise of Caligula | |
Mike Coyle | Guitars (2012) |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass (2013) |
Member(bands): Monuments Collapse, Field Agent | |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars (2013) |
Member(bands): Heaven’s Club, Creepers | |
Mike Sullivan | Bass (2017) |
Member(bands): Russian Circles |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Demo | Demo | 2010 | Show album |
2 | Libertine Dissolves | EP | 2011 | Show album |
3 | Roads to Judah | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
4 | DW Live Series 08: Live at the Blacktop 01.15.11 | Live album | 2011 | Show album |
5 | Deafheaven / Bosse-de-Nage | Split | 2012 | Show album |
6 | Sunbather | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
7 | From the Kettle onto the Coil | Single | 2014 | Show album |
8 | New Bermuda | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
9 | Honeycomb | Single | 2018 | Show album |
10 | Ordinary Corrupt Human Love | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
11 | Black Brick | Single | 2019 | Show album |
Demo
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 1st, 2010 | Independent | Cassette | Limited edition | |
June 1st, 2010 | Independent | Digital | ||
October 1st, 2012 | Sargent House | SH092 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious |
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2. | Bedrooms | 02:07 | instrumental |
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3. | Daedalus | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exit:Denied | 11:29 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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24:43 |
Libertine Dissolves
Members | |
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Band members | |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Engineering, Producer |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Recording (Drums) |
M. Boyd | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". |
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Side B | |||
2. | Daedalus | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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10:47 |
Roads to Judah
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 26th, 2011 | Deathwish Inc. | DW120 | CD | Digisleeve |
April 26th, 2011 | Deathwish Inc. | DW120DS | Digital | Bandcamp |
2011 | Deathwish Inc. | DW120v | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
December 21st, 2011 | Daymare Recordings | DYMC 149 | CD | Japan |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
N. Steinhardt | Design |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
R. Sawyer | Artwork, Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Violet | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Language Games | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom. And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight. |
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3. | Unrequited | 09:31 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Tunnel of Trees | 09:45 | Show lyrics |
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good. |
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38:22 |
DW Live Series 08: Live at the Blacktop 01.15.11
Members | |
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Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Avis | Recording |
Reid Haithcock | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Violet (Intro) | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". |
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3. | Unrequited | 09:51 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Language Games | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to judah, tonight. |
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5. | Exit:Denied | 08:50 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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34:13 |
Deafheaven / Bosse-de-Nage
Members | |
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Band members | |
Bosse-de-Nage | |
D. | Bass |
H. | Drums |
M. | Guitars |
B. | Vocals |
Deafheaven | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Astrid J. Smith | Arrangements (violin, strings) |
Justin Weis | Recording, Mixing |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Deafheaven - Punk Rock / Cody (Mogwai cover) | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
Of all I knew, her held too few. And would you stop me, if I try to stop you. Old songs stay ’til the end. Sad songs remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all. When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo. Old songs, stay till the end. Sad songs, remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all |
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Side B | |||
2. | Bosse-de-Nage - A Mimesis of Purpose | 09:02 | Show lyrics |
Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street. All of their lines are rigid and clean; there is no garbage or dirt on any surface. A warm but dim light of indistinct origin causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally and assume a color darker than midnight. An observer, his mind swollen and stale, props his heavy body against a building in order to concentrate. A silent mob drags a woman’s limp body across the street in front of him. Her shirt rips exposing her breasts. This moment exerts pressure on the observer. He turns his gaze to a nearby tree. Its growth, a gesture invisible to his eyes, but persistently present, suggests alternative counsel. His fatigue is overwhelming. At such junctures a man determines how to dedicate his life. | |||
19:39 |
Sunbather
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 11th, 2013 | Deathwish Inc. | DW146 | CD | Digisleeve |
June 11th, 2013 | Deathwish Inc. | DW146 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2013 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 2013 | Deathwish Inc. | DW146DS | Digital | |
June 19th, 2013 | Daymare Recordings | DYMC 196 | CD | Japan, Digisleeve |
Members | |
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Band members | |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
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3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
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4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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5. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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6. | Windows | 04:43 | |
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7. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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59:58 |
From the Kettle onto the Coil
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Kettle onto the Coil | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below admiring the stage’s glistening coat. The reflection on the sill giving the cheekbones their due. Praising the worth of porcelain skin. My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun. I gave labor to the grief. To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair as I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion. I am what I always was. Gleaming and empty. | |||
06:37 |
New Bermuda
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 2nd, 2015 | Anti- | 87425-2 | CD | Digipak |
October 2nd, 2015 | Anti- | Digital | Bandcamp | |
October 2nd, 2015 | Anti- | 87425-2 | 2 12" vinyls | |
October 2nd, 2015 | Anti- | 87431-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Deluxe vinyl, Limited edition |
October 2nd, 2015 | Anti- | 7425-2 | CD | Digisleeve |
June 22nd, 2016 | Anti- | SICX-51 | CD | Japan, Digisleeve |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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3. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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4. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
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5. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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46:35 |
Honeycomb
Members | |
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Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Honeycomb | 11:05 | Show lyrics |
Shadows extend east And Cortazar Stares at women Shuffling by who blot their lips From violent men And say "god bless you" From violent men And say "god bless you" I sulk with pause and Loving mariachi soars Against the red And yellow tents of strangers Shout! The red and yellow tents of strangers Gifting geese The ends of bread The ends of bread The ends of bread 8, 12, 13 hours 8, 12, 13 hours and The people keep fighting for sleep The people keep fighting for rest I’m reluctant to stay sad Life beyond is a field A field of flowers A field of flowers Life beyond is a field My love is a nervous child lapping From the glowing lagoon of their presence A field of flowers My love is a nervous child lapping From the glowing lagoon of their presence A field of flowers My love is a bulging, blue-faced fool Hung from the throat by sunflower stems Hung from the throat by sunflower stems Sunflower stems |
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11:05 |
Ordinary Corrupt Human Love
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 13th, 2018 | Anti- | 87582-2 | CD | |
July 13th, 2018 | Anti- | Digital | ||
July 13th, 2018 | Anti- | 87582-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Chelsea Wolfe | Vocals (female) (Track 6) |
Nadia Kury | Spoken words (Track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ben Chisholm | Producer (track 6) |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | You Without End | 07:36 | Show lyrics |
In a dark tunnel New dawn approaching With a sphere of light ever glowing Let it go as it grows on forever And we breathe it in And then the world will grow And then the world will know of you, Of all things love, of all things true |
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2. | Honeycomb | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Shadows extend east And cortazar stares at women shuffling by Who blot their lips from violent men and say “god bless you” I sulk with pause And loving mariachi soars against The red and yellow tents of strangers Gifting geese the ends of bread 8, 12, 13 hours and the people keep Fighting for sleep, for rest… I’m reluctant to stay sad Life beyond is a field a flowers My love is a nervous child Lapping from the glowing lagoon Of their presence My love is a bulging, blue-faced fool Hung from the throat By sunflower stems |
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3. | Canary Yellow | 12:17 | Show lyrics |
Staring out onto the earthly pottery of existence, Climbing light vines to heaven Clay ribbons descend, Swirl downward against metallic swell Go sail charmer, altruist Who immersed in thickets, Hugged in cloth, Evolves into charcoal Is worshipped by the drifting macaw, The lady finch They swoop and croon through the air, Dip their feathers in the death paste of ash water I have wondered about the language of flowers And you, elaborate mosaic, greeting me Gentle, the swamp takes my ankles On and on we choke on an everlasting Handsome night My lover’s blood rushes right through me Wild, fantastic |
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4. | Near | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Thought I saw you there Wishing you were near Can I rest for awhile? |
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5. | Glint | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Listening to muffled footsteps of those brushing, Reaching grasses Seeing the last letters of my name, faded and shy… Imagining us clasping hands in holiday Imagining you growing older, Somehow more beautiful, Surrounded by your children and children’s children The midnight blue of your calmness like evening Chamomile, peppermint. Eyes as morning rosewater I’m shrinking into your gown, tearing the pink linen Of your belly, burying into your abdomen, and Sewing the seam of your skin |
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6. | Night People | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Biblical sky speckled with flame, Do you hold your mother’s eyes from Wetting the earth? From weeping for those Who reward fame to absolutes of war? Or for heroic myths provided to children Married into ferocity? They instead witness themselves And the black sand of your body slipped through… I found myself at your side I spied along the concrete canvas, a woman Her eyes brimming with vacancy And bear hugging barbiturates, Her head rolled from faint shoulders And skipped three times Each thud sprouting a fountain of splashing gold |
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7. | Worthless Animal | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
With all life profane, The ladles cradling streams of Buttermilk current stretch out, And alabaster lips unseal So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper In its stillness When a fawn stumbles into the raid, Honeydew high and deep in afterglow, Mind swarming on purple sand verbena, I forgive its delusion, Caress its world view super bloom, Shelter canary yellow eyes, Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam War cries quake through lurching light I bury a blade between its ribs, Bear hug the soft canine frame, Then smear ash on its brow All who have forgotten remember now |
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01:01:36 |
Black Brick
Members | |
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Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Brick | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
imagining curving letters in a languid psalm in abstract time, full levity, rolling through intangible phantom mystery and the furnace of gentle dreams a caustic womb champagne light after the sacred deep blue majesty of dawn naked and cordial and virgin patience and poise twin ribbons bare and make vivid a dark shallow vein disguise and shame of all light downward a gaunt fashion pulled tightly over peaking bone a small scene from in the smoking censer a heart the pulse of rotten roots twining through soil feasting on droplets rest come again rest crack puzzled, so urgent wild violent freedom flutters down the drain again one eye wide to the braille of fireflies I tunnel brutishly pig headed, and full of steam into the damp comfort of this lonely trench |
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07:27 |
Demo
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious |
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2. | Bedrooms | 02:07 | instrumental |
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3. | Daedalus | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exit:Denied | 11:29 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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24:43 |
Demo
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious |
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2. | Bedrooms | 02:07 | instrumental |
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3. | Daedalus | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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4. | Exit:Denied | 11:29 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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24:43 |
Demo
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
John Kline (R.I.P. 2012) | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious |
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2. | Bedrooms | 02:07 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
3. | Daedalus | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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4. | Exit:Denied | 11:29 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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24:43 |
Roads to Judah
Members | |
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Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
N. Steinhardt | Design |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
R. Sawyer | Artwork, Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Violet | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Language Games | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom. And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight. |
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3. | Unrequited | 09:31 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Tunnel of Trees | 09:45 | Show lyrics |
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good. |
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38:22 |
Roads to Judah
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
R. Sawyer | Artwork, Cover art |
N. Steinhardt | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Violet | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Language Games | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom. And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight. |
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3. | Unrequited | 09:31 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Tunnel of Trees | 09:45 | Show lyrics |
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good. |
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38:22 |
Roads to Judah
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
R. Sawyer | Artwork, Cover art |
N. Steinhardt | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Violet | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Language Games | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom. And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Unrequited | 09:31 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Tunnel of Trees | 09:45 | Show lyrics |
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good. |
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38:22 |
Roads to Judah
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Derek Prine | Bass |
Trevor Deschryver | Drums |
Nick Bassett | Guitars |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
R. Sawyer | Artwork, Cover art |
N. Steinhardt | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Violet | 12:19 | Show lyrics |
Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. Harms way for those I cherish. Done. Forced in light. Versed, as the child, on and on. I am home. I am home. |
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2. | Language Games | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
We’re still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom. And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to the lights. Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens. Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation. I’ve talked it out. Doomed to be a spoiled child. A pupil in the eyes of forever. I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror. A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present. Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now. Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight. |
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3. | Unrequited | 09:31 | Show lyrics |
Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it. |
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4. | Tunnel of Trees | 09:45 | Show lyrics |
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good. |
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5. | Libertine Dissolves | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion’s mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving". I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious |
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6. | Bedrooms | 02:06 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Daedalus | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God gone wrong? Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth so carry on to seas of bliss and heal your heart with those you miss. Weighed down by stone doves. Hand in hand through dooms of love. |
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8. | Exit: Denied | 12:32 | Show lyrics |
Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mother. He takes to the cold. Where has the child gone? I thought he was anchored to his texts? His revered studies? He grew tired of the distant solar systems and stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds. He smudged the blood of his lover. "We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart." |
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01:04:08 |
Sunbather
Members | |
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Band members | |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
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4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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5. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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6. | Windows | 04:43 | |
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7. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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59:58 |
Sunbather
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
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4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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29:11 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Windows | 04:43 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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30:47 |
Sunbather
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
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3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
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4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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5. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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6. | Windows | 04:43 | |
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7. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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59:58 |
Sunbather
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
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4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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5. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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6. | Windows | 04:43 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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59:58 |
Sunbather
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars, Bass, Piano |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Stephane Paut | Spoken word (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Editing, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Ryan Aylsworth | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dream House | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "I’m dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It’s like a dream." - "I want to dream." |
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2. | Irresistible | 03:13 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Sunbather | 10:17 | Show lyrics |
Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through the space in my teeth. Break bones down to yellow and crush gums into blood. The hardest part for the weak was stroking your fingers with rings full of teeth.. It’s 5 A.M...and my heart flourishes at each passing moment. Always and forever. |
|||
4. | Please Remember | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, If I hadn’t met you, I’d certainly have fallen in love with him. Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the Es muss sein! to our own great love. |
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5. | Vertigo | 14:37 | Show lyrics |
Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your aches comes back to haunt you. And the forging of change makes no difference. Memories fly through the mask of your life shielding you from time. The years that birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief with a disregard for steps except the one taken back. Perched up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword wielding death that buried your hope. Focusing on light through the blinds. A slave to reality under a monarch in the sky. Lost in the patterns of youth where the windows shine brightly back at you. |
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6. | Windows | 04:43 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | The Pecan Tree | 11:27 | Show lyrics |
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth. I am my father’s son. I am no one. I cannot love. It’s in my blood. |
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8. | Punk Rock / Cody (Mogwai Cover) | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante’s and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it’s a... it’s a term that’s based on contempt, it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that’s rotten about rock’n’roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure... I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it’s quite beyond my control and ah... when I’m in the grips of it I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I’m saying sir? | |||
01:10:35 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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3. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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4. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
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5. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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46:35 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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3. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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4. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
|||
5. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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46:35 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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18:51 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
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3. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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27:44 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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18:51 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
|||
3. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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27:44 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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3. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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4. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
|||
5. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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46:35 |
New Bermuda
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Stephen Lee Clark | Bass |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Allison Schulnik | Cover art |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Brought to the Water | 08:37 | Show lyrics |
Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re the same when we began again. A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter. |
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2. | Luna | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour. Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt. I gaze at it from the oven of my home. Confined to a house that never remains clean. To a bed where the ill never get well. I cough ceaselessly into the night. The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold. Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia. |
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3. | Baby Blue | 10:06 | Show lyrics |
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes. To feel the gravel beneath my knees. To wake in a home. God had sent my calamity into a deep space from which not even in dreams, could I ever imagine my escape. |
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4. | Come Back | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again. Endless debris sifting through static lungs, lingering into every pore Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high and madness of the undertow We audience who saved our roses. We audience who scoffed at the tears. Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier. Pale with pain I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees before the endless truth of instability and futility. Now I know. |
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5. | Gifts for the Earth | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth. |
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6. | From the Kettle onto the Coil | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below admiring the stage’s glistening coat. The reflection on the sill giving the cheekbones their due. Praising the worth of porcelain skin. My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun. I gave labor to the grief. To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair as I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion. I am what I always was. Gleaming and empty. | |||
53:11 |
Ordinary Corrupt Human Love
Members | |
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Band members | |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Chelsea Wolfe | Vocals (female) (Track 6) |
Nadia Kury | Spoken words (Track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ben Chisholm | Producer (track 6) |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | You Without End | 07:36 | Show lyrics |
In a dark tunnel New dawn approaching With a sphere of light ever glowing Let it go as it grows on forever And we breathe it in And then the world will grow And then the world will know of you, Of all things love, of all things true |
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2. | Honeycomb | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Shadows extend east And cortazar stares at women shuffling by Who blot their lips from violent men and say “god bless you” I sulk with pause And loving mariachi soars against The red and yellow tents of strangers Gifting geese the ends of bread 8, 12, 13 hours and the people keep Fighting for sleep, for rest… I’m reluctant to stay sad Life beyond is a field a flowers My love is a nervous child Lapping from the glowing lagoon Of their presence My love is a bulging, blue-faced fool Hung from the throat By sunflower stems |
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3. | Canary Yellow | 12:17 | Show lyrics |
Staring out onto the earthly pottery of existence, Climbing light vines to heaven Clay ribbons descend, Swirl downward against metallic swell Go sail charmer, altruist Who immersed in thickets, Hugged in cloth, Evolves into charcoal Is worshipped by the drifting macaw, The lady finch They swoop and croon through the air, Dip their feathers in the death paste of ash water I have wondered about the language of flowers And you, elaborate mosaic, greeting me Gentle, the swamp takes my ankles On and on we choke on an everlasting Handsome night My lover’s blood rushes right through me Wild, fantastic |
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4. | Near | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Thought I saw you there Wishing you were near Can I rest for awhile? |
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5. | Glint | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Listening to muffled footsteps of those brushing, Reaching grasses Seeing the last letters of my name, faded and shy… Imagining us clasping hands in holiday Imagining you growing older, Somehow more beautiful, Surrounded by your children and children’s children The midnight blue of your calmness like evening Chamomile, peppermint. Eyes as morning rosewater I’m shrinking into your gown, tearing the pink linen Of your belly, burying into your abdomen, and Sewing the seam of your skin |
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6. | Night People | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Biblical sky speckled with flame, Do you hold your mother’s eyes from Wetting the earth? From weeping for those Who reward fame to absolutes of war? Or for heroic myths provided to children Married into ferocity? They instead witness themselves And the black sand of your body slipped through… I found myself at your side I spied along the concrete canvas, a woman Her eyes brimming with vacancy And bear hugging barbiturates, Her head rolled from faint shoulders And skipped three times Each thud sprouting a fountain of splashing gold |
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7. | Worthless Animal | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
With all life profane, The ladles cradling streams of Buttermilk current stretch out, And alabaster lips unseal So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper In its stillness When a fawn stumbles into the raid, Honeydew high and deep in afterglow, Mind swarming on purple sand verbena, I forgive its delusion, Caress its world view super bloom, Shelter canary yellow eyes, Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam War cries quake through lurching light I bury a blade between its ribs, Bear hug the soft canine frame, Then smear ash on its brow All who have forgotten remember now |
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01:01:36 |
Ordinary Corrupt Human Love
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Chelsea Wolfe | Vocals (female) (Track 6) |
Nadia Kury | Spoken words (Track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ben Chisholm | Producer (track 6) |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | You Without End | 07:36 | Show lyrics |
In a dark tunnel New dawn approaching With a sphere of light ever glowing Let it go as it grows on forever And we breathe it in And then the world will grow And then the world will know of you, Of all things love, of all things true |
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2. | Honeycomb | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Shadows extend east And cortazar stares at women shuffling by Who blot their lips from violent men and say “god bless you” I sulk with pause And loving mariachi soars against The red and yellow tents of strangers Gifting geese the ends of bread 8, 12, 13 hours and the people keep Fighting for sleep, for rest… I’m reluctant to stay sad Life beyond is a field a flowers My love is a nervous child Lapping from the glowing lagoon Of their presence My love is a bulging, blue-faced fool Hung from the throat By sunflower stems |
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3. | Canary Yellow | 12:17 | Show lyrics |
Staring out onto the earthly pottery of existence, Climbing light vines to heaven Clay ribbons descend, Swirl downward against metallic swell Go sail charmer, altruist Who immersed in thickets, Hugged in cloth, Evolves into charcoal Is worshipped by the drifting macaw, The lady finch They swoop and croon through the air, Dip their feathers in the death paste of ash water I have wondered about the language of flowers And you, elaborate mosaic, greeting me Gentle, the swamp takes my ankles On and on we choke on an everlasting Handsome night My lover’s blood rushes right through me Wild, fantastic |
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4. | Near | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Thought I saw you there Wishing you were near Can I rest for awhile? |
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5. | Glint | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Listening to muffled footsteps of those brushing, Reaching grasses Seeing the last letters of my name, faded and shy… Imagining us clasping hands in holiday Imagining you growing older, Somehow more beautiful, Surrounded by your children and children’s children The midnight blue of your calmness like evening Chamomile, peppermint. Eyes as morning rosewater I’m shrinking into your gown, tearing the pink linen Of your belly, burying into your abdomen, and Sewing the seam of your skin |
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6. | Night People | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Biblical sky speckled with flame, Do you hold your mother’s eyes from Wetting the earth? From weeping for those Who reward fame to absolutes of war? Or for heroic myths provided to children Married into ferocity? They instead witness themselves And the black sand of your body slipped through… I found myself at your side I spied along the concrete canvas, a woman Her eyes brimming with vacancy And bear hugging barbiturates, Her head rolled from faint shoulders And skipped three times Each thud sprouting a fountain of splashing gold |
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7. | Worthless Animal | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
With all life profane, The ladles cradling streams of Buttermilk current stretch out, And alabaster lips unseal So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper In its stillness When a fawn stumbles into the raid, Honeydew high and deep in afterglow, Mind swarming on purple sand verbena, I forgive its delusion, Caress its world view super bloom, Shelter canary yellow eyes, Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam War cries quake through lurching light I bury a blade between its ribs, Bear hug the soft canine frame, Then smear ash on its brow All who have forgotten remember now |
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01:01:36 |
Ordinary Corrupt Human Love
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Chris Johnson | Bass |
Kerry McCoy | Guitars |
George Clarke | Vocals |
Daniel Tracy | Drums |
Shiv Mehra | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Chelsea Wolfe | Vocals (female) (Track 6) |
Nadia Kury | Spoken words (Track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jack Shirley | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ben Chisholm | Producer (track 6) |
Nick Steinhardt | Art direction, Design |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | You Without End | 07:36 | Show lyrics |
In a dark tunnel New dawn approaching With a sphere of light ever glowing Let it go as it grows on forever And we breathe it in And then the world will grow And then the world will know of you, Of all things love, of all things true |
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2. | Honeycomb | 11:04 | Show lyrics |
Shadows extend east And cortazar stares at women shuffling by Who blot their lips from violent men and say “god bless you” I sulk with pause And loving mariachi soars against The red and yellow tents of strangers Gifting geese the ends of bread 8, 12, 13 hours and the people keep Fighting for sleep, for rest… I’m reluctant to stay sad Life beyond is a field a flowers My love is a nervous child Lapping from the glowing lagoon Of their presence My love is a bulging, blue-faced fool Hung from the throat By sunflower stems |
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Side B | |||
3. | Canary Yellow | 12:17 | Show lyrics |
Staring out onto the earthly pottery of existence, Climbing light vines to heaven Clay ribbons descend, Swirl downward against metallic swell Go sail charmer, altruist Who immersed in thickets, Hugged in cloth, Evolves into charcoal Is worshipped by the drifting macaw, The lady finch They swoop and croon through the air, Dip their feathers in the death paste of ash water I have wondered about the language of flowers And you, elaborate mosaic, greeting me Gentle, the swamp takes my ankles On and on we choke on an everlasting Handsome night My lover’s blood rushes right through me Wild, fantastic |
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4. | Near | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Thought I saw you there Wishing you were near Can I rest for awhile? |
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36:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Glint | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Listening to muffled footsteps of those brushing, Reaching grasses Seeing the last letters of my name, faded and shy… Imagining us clasping hands in holiday Imagining you growing older, Somehow more beautiful, Surrounded by your children and children’s children The midnight blue of your calmness like evening Chamomile, peppermint. Eyes as morning rosewater I’m shrinking into your gown, tearing the pink linen Of your belly, burying into your abdomen, and Sewing the seam of your skin |
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2. | Night People | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Biblical sky speckled with flame, Do you hold your mother’s eyes from Wetting the earth? From weeping for those Who reward fame to absolutes of war? Or for heroic myths provided to children Married into ferocity? They instead witness themselves And the black sand of your body slipped through… I found myself at your side I spied along the concrete canvas, a woman Her eyes brimming with vacancy And bear hugging barbiturates, Her head rolled from faint shoulders And skipped three times Each thud sprouting a fountain of splashing gold |
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Side B | |||
3. | Worthless Animal | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
With all life profane, The ladles cradling streams of Buttermilk current stretch out, And alabaster lips unseal So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper In its stillness When a fawn stumbles into the raid, Honeydew high and deep in afterglow, Mind swarming on purple sand verbena, I forgive its delusion, Caress its world view super bloom, Shelter canary yellow eyes, Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam War cries quake through lurching light I bury a blade between its ribs, Bear hug the soft canine frame, Then smear ash on its brow All who have forgotten remember now |
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