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Cormorant
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Last known | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) (2007-?), Keyboards (2011) |
Member(bands): Ursa, Natural Selection Agency, Kubla Khan | |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Vocals (backing) (2007-?), Mandolin (2009-?), Keyboards (2014) |
Member(bands): Ursa, Kubla Khan | |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) (2009-?) |
Member(bands): Ursa, Barren Altar (live), Eight Bells, In Virtue, Lock Up the Wolves, Shitstorm | |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass (2013-?) |
Member(bands): Vengince, Cloakwheel | |
Past | |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass (fretless) (2007-2012) |
Member(bands): Natural Selection Agency |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Demo 2007 | Demo | 2007 | Show album |
2 | The Last Tree | EP | 2007 | Show album |
3 | Metazoa | Full-length | 2009 | Show album |
4 | Assorted Jams | Compilation | 2011 | Show album |
5 | Dwellings | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
6 | Earth Diver | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
7 | Assorted Jams - Vol 2 | Compilation | 2017 | Show album |
8 | Diaspora | Full-length | 2017 | Show album |
9 | Assorted Jams: Vol. 3 | Compilation | 2020 | Show album |
Demo 2007
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1. | Trojan Horses | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
When dogs lick the corpses Of the soldiers who fell, Stomped by the Trojan horses The four horsemen ride to hell, When town criers shout nonsense And generals shoot the sand, When kings hide behind pretense So the blood keeps off their hand… You ignore the carnage, Living just because you spawned. Saying nothing takes no courage: Your inaction hangs the wronged. CONCEPTION DECEPTION RECESSION… RIDE. When dead gods roll back boulders To crush human intellect, From patriotic shoulders Electing martial architects, When taxation starves the poor To feed kakistocracy, When a nation forces war To spread false democracy… You steal a blind man’s eyes To eclipse a moon charred red. In the dark you trust the lies Because you fear the dead. CONCEPTION DECEPTION DAMNATION… RIDE. The blind all watch you riding On those Trojan horses too. The truth is not worth hiding: You are Death, and Death is you. When bushes burn with napalm And they only chose to say “The storm’s before the calm, Just shut your eyes and pray,” When books deem some the chosen And all others marked for death, When sand dune suns have frozen And the zephyr lost its breath… You call your Trojan horse And ride into the dim. Its hooves know no remorse, The world crumbles at its whim. CONCEPTION DECEPTION REDEMPTION… RIDE. Ride away to Judgment Day. |
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2. | Two Brothers | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
In a Spanish synagogue, Two hunted brothers pray, May God shroud them in the fog, May night never turn to day, May the clergy never find them, Never torture, never burn, Never die in dungeons dim, Never satisfy the worms. Two brothers, two doors: One sacrifice, As the molten steel pours, One succumbed to vice. When night wilted, withered by dawn Guardsmen broke the temple gates. The two brothers had never gone, Simply kneeled and welcomed Fate. In prisons built on Christian zeal, Both brothers were strapped to racks, With each rotation of a wheel, Ropes would pull apart their backs. Priests tore the nails from their skin, ‘Command heretics to convert. They chose the quieter of the kin: Each wheel’s turn dug a foot of dirt. When this brother snapped in half, The other begged the guards to stop: “I renounce the devil’s path Christ leads to heaven’s mountain top” Two brothers, two doors One sacrifice As the molten steel pours One succumbed to vice Which succumbed to vice? |
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3. | Hole In The Sea | 01:45 | |
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4. | Scavengers Feast | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
A million shells like stones in sand The soil painted by severed hands Red Locusts breed in a child’s skull A hallowed tank, rats in its hull All dead Wars keep the vultures fed Friends and foes, all extinguished Mother Nature can’t distinguish Between a killer and a priest So the scavengers feast The scavengers feast Heroes are the victor’s butchers All their rapes and all their tortures Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot The human god mirrors the human brain Pray for power and material gain So the rich die old, and the poor die shot An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse Father time knows no remorse For rifts of West and East So the scavengers feast The scavengers feast A martyred saint’s but a jackal’s meal And for all man’s pride and religious zeal Both the church and whorehouse burned The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive Hornets dig a ribcage hive And the world, the world still turns When all mankind tastes the earth Mother Nature will give birth To another king of beasts And still the scavengers feast The scavengers feast The scavengers feast |
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5. | Ronin | 03:19 | |
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19:58 |
The Last Tree
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums |
Nick Cohon | Guitars |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Deborah Spake | Vocals (track 5) |
Don Cohon | Rainstick (track 5) |
Noah Harris | Percussion, Vocals (track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Johanna Kallin | Photography (cover) |
Per Valentin | Photography |
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1. | A Dance of Elk Entwined | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
The Northern Wind over Glacier Park, Carries the musk of the elken rut: An ammonia stench, thick with lust, The scent of battle, death and conquest. A lone pair of antlers crests above the harem, Thirty cows drinking at a Logan Pass creek. The bull elk spots shifting light between the trees Another young challenger to his throne. From the wood, a bugled shriek The females freeze, lift their heads and stare A rival bursts from the brush, And charges for the leader of the pack. Skulls collide Punctured hide Beaten pride Nature’s guide is war Fight to the death. Panting and stumbling Resolve is crumbling Bloodlines: their wager Their lives in danger One Final Charge To end it all Elk clash, the young buck Swifter, his horn stuck Through his elder’s eye. Antlers like lances Entwined, he dances With the cadaver Of his enemy. |
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2. | Rain Follows the Plow | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
"To Hell with Boston’s urban sprawl," Said I to you, dear wife, "We’ll hitch our wagon to the Western call, Give the children a better life. For what’s now sand, With these hands, Will become A garden." The Sodom of the east behind us, Rain will follow the plow. Heaven smiles upon us, For rain follows the plow. I worked that land with all my worth. ’Exposed the soil to the sky. The fields simply would not birth Our crops of wheat and rye. Then I’d doubt That the drought Would ever cede To showers. Government deception That rain would follow the plow May God shine grace upon us So rain may follow the plow. Manifest Destiny: The railroad’s Tyrany. Cholera, A child’s loss, Husbandmen On the cross. The American dream has died. Now I kneel before your grave, Monument to my mistakes. The soil that I toiled Never gave, but now it takes. And I pray Every day That with this gun I’ll join you. No mana from the heavens No rain to follow the plow This desert masks no Eden No rain followed the plow. |
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3. | Trojan Horses | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
When dogs lick the corpses Of the soldiers who fell, Stomped by the Trojan horses The four horsemen ride to hell, When town criers shout nonsense And generals shoot the sand, When kings hide behind pretense So the blood keeps off their hand… You ignore the carnage, Living just because you spawned. Saying nothing takes no courage: Your inaction hangs the wronged. Conception Deception Recession Ride. When dead gods roll back boulders To crush human intellect, From patriotic shoulders Electing martial architects, When taxation starves the poor To feed kakistocracy, When a nation forces war To spread false democracy. You steal a blind man’s eyes To eclipse a moon charred red. In the dark you trust the lies Because you fear the dead. Conception Deception Damnation Ride. The blind all watch you riding On those Trojan horses too. The truth is not worth hiding: You are Death, and Death is you. When bushes burn with napalm And they only chose to say "The storm’s before the calm, Just shut your eyes and pray," When books deem some the chosen And all others marked for death, When sand dune suns have frozen And the zephyr lost its breath… You call your Trojan horse And ride into the dim. Its hooves know no remorse, The world crumbles at its whim. Conception Deception Redemption Ride. |
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4. | Two Brothers | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
In a Spanish synagogue, Two hunted brothers pray, May God shroud them in the fog, May night never turn to day, May the clergy never find them, Never torture, never burn, Never die in dungeons dim, To satisfy the worms. Two brothers, two doors: One sacrifice, As the molten steel pours, One succumbed to vice. When night wilted, withered by dawn Guardsmen broke the temple gates. The two brothers had never gone, Simply kneeled and welcomed Fate. In prisons built on Christian zeal, Both brothers were strapped to racks, With each rotation of a wheel, Ropes would pull apart their backs. Priests tore the nails from their skin, ’Command heretics to convert. They chose the quieter of the kin: Each wheel’s turn dug a foot of dirt. When this brother snapped in half, The other begged the guards to stop: "I renounce the devil’s path Christ leads to heaven’s mountain top" Two brothers, two doors One sacrifice As the molten steel pours One succumbed to vice Which succumbed to vice? Which succumbed to vice? |
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5. | Ballad of the Beast | 09:02 | Show lyrics |
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26:21 |
Metazoa
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 22nd, 2009 | Independent | CD | Digipak | |
2015 | Blood Music | BLOOD-128 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Lewis Patzner | Cello (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Deborah Spake | Vocals (additional) (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 2, 3, 7, 8) |
Aaron Gregory | Vocals (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julie Dillon | Artwork, Design, Logo, Art direction |
Arthur von Nagel | Lyrics |
Billy Anderson | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Adam Myatt | Engineering |
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1. | Scavengers Feast | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
A million shells like stones in sand, The soil painted by severed hands, (Red) Locusts breed in a child’s skull, A hallowed tank, rats in its hull, (All dead) Wars keep the vultures fed. Friends and foes, all extinguished: Mother Nature can’t distinguish… …Between a killer and a priest. Heroes are the victor’s butchers, All their rapes and all their tortures Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot. The human god mirrors the human brain. Pray for power and material gain, So the rich die old, and the poor die shot. An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse, Father Time knows no remorse For rifts of West and East. So the scavengers feast. A martyred saint’s but a jackal’s meal, And for all man’s pride and religious zeal Both the church and whorehouse burned. The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive, Hornets dig a ribcage hive, And the world, the world still turns. When all mankind tastes the earth, Mother Nature will give birth To another king of beasts. And still the scavengers feast. |
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2. | Uneasy Lies the Head | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité : Quelles belles idées! La tyrannie du peuple. He once fed the scaffold On Revolution Square, But now the crowds cackle At his skull shaved bare, At his shirt torn and bloody From the bullet in his jaw, At his hands worn and muddy From years burying the Law. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. They called him "Incorruptible," The Prince of Anarchy, But all men grow tyrannical At the reins of liberty. The guillotine is power, Its steel a despot’s rage; Blood rains down in showers When democracy’s a cage. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. He tries to speak his final words But his mouth drips off its hinge. The flesh, ravaged by the birds, Makes even soldiers cringe. On a plank his body’s laid, The wood dampened by his fear; The lever’s pulled, a falling blade, And all the people cheered. |
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3. | Salt of the Earth | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
The teeth of lions sown by the wind, Spurned by the salt of the Earth’s fallow and barren skin, Find fertile ground in me. Rains of red poppies Burst from the blue. Fireflies and harpies Beat their wings anew. The wine from man’s fountains Imparts courage to implore: “Gods, step down from your mountains. Fish, rise up from the shore.” For kings are few and we are legion, Flood the borders between all regions. No blood spills blue torn from its vein. All dissolves into the grain. Incite the erosion of sleeping giants So their slumber may forever last: Their lies a fading remembrance of science Past. Rise, rise, rise…kill. Seeds of revolution Sprout forests of stone. The bricks of toppled castles Build me my palace, Mortared with sweat from your brow. The crops reaped by my vassals Feed only my malice. My hearth burns with golden boughs. Sea, land, and air all fall to my glory. May the earth bear my legacy. But Time knows no human deeds, As Nature knows no caste. The winds sow forests of weeds On graves of tyrants past. |
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4. | Blood on the Cornfields | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
August in Virginia, A warm brandy night in 1831, Hidden in woodlands, Seven slaves discussed the freedoms to be won. Christ’s blood on the cornfields, A benighted hand to suffocate the sun, War with the Serpent: Visions from The Book led a preacher to the gun. "Seek ye the kingdom of Heaven And all things shall be added unto you," Words from the Spirit To see Southampton County’s insurrection through. Hoisting the window The rebels burst into the sleeping master’s room. Blows from their hatchets: Each child’s bed a crimson, wooden tomb. “Was Christ not crucified?” In deadly silence the farms were sacked, Alerting no free man to the next attack. Sixty fell to their axes and their swords, The General foretelling salvation from the Lord. Recruiting warriors they freed From the ranks of the flogged, They rode through the bogs: A cavalry of stolen steeds. The wrath of the unbound, The oppressors’ constant fear, The screams of two hundred years, Piqued the ears of the white man’s hounds. Lynch mobs’ slaughters Of black sons and daughters, Blameless in this battle Butchered as cattle. The Deep South trembled at the Negro prophet’s renown Vengeful militias hunted the panicked slaves down. Captured near his cavern, Judged in Jerusalem, Turner, brimming with glory, Confessed to his story. Led to the gallows of Calvary A killer, a martyr, grinned. His deeds etched in history His body hanged and skinned. |
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5. | Hanging Gardens | 11:16 | Show lyrics |
In the gardens perched on the sky, The ones where snakes sing lullabies, I met a man who spoke to me, A dead man hanging from a tree. He craned his neck and whispered this: "Perfection is the great abyss. Leave now lest you share my fate, A ghost dangling at heaven’s gate." Why should I fear paradise? I lived free of mortal vice. So I trudged on past the sycamores And stood before the pearly doors. Through the bars I saw the fields: The stars mere cogs in ox cart wheels, The earth a pebble in a stream, But not one human to be seen. Undeterred, I gripped the latch. I pulled, but it came unattached. Despite my rage, the gates stood firm, Then grew so hot I smelled flesh burn. I ran back injured to the groves, And washed my wounds in waterfalls. As I bathed I heard the groans, Of voices wrapped in funeral pall. Count leaves dangling from a branch, Thus numbered bodies overhead: Specters moaning for another chance To escape the orchard of the dead. An empty noose caressed my neck The way my first love had. A soothing feeling on my neck To forget the good and bad. To forget the ones who hurt you, To forget the ones you hurt, To forget the hate all men accrue When their feet still touch the dirt. |
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6. | The Crossing | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
I defied the Sonoran wilds, A wooden border fence to cross. I’ll feed my wife and child With the calloused hands my homeland lost. The last desert wolf has died, But I will struggle on To the North. A battered dog claws the dust And cowers to the brush as I pass. On to the American dream. |
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7. | Hole in the Sea | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
Last night, I watched the moon drink the tides ’Til a whale rose from the hole in the sea. She breathed in the clouds like an opium ride, Smiled, and devoured me. My flesh had melted when my mind awoke To feel her tail tear open the sky. Fins punctured cities, bled sulfur and smoke; I wept as the last scream died. She spat my soul onto a planet of dust. My thoughts dissolved into the grain. Whale became woman, the sun gazed with lust; He took her, and fathered the rain. From this coupling my shell grew green. Rainforests sprung from my skin and soil. Mountains spawned cells, apes & All-In-Between, And I understood. I am this mortal coil. I am this mortal coil. |
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8. | The Emigrant’s Wake | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
Mists once dressed these dunes Like silk upon her skin, But the ocean’s bare today And the tide is coming in. I watch a castle on the beach, A tower crumbling away, Mother Nature always wins The games we children play Rocks peek out from the foam; There seven seagulls stand. I slip the sandals off my feet And drop them on the sand. As I walk dust clings and falls To my dry and weary soles; The prints I leave upon the ground Like words upon a scroll. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) The water’s cold at dusk, I thought as I stepped into the tide. The sea does not want me here. What could she have to hide? Our forebears looked to the horizon And claimed demons lived beyond, But I called into the distance And no deities would respond. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) Perhaps if I tread further, Past where my feet engraved My last mark upon the world, I’d find a face within the waves. |
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9. | Sky Burial | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Fade into stars As god machines. With our arms We will shape the world. With this breath We become the world. In parts I lie, staring at the clouds, And listening to the vultures sing. The husk beneath this shroud Brings alms to fallow wings. Vines spring from my blood, Wheat grows of my flesh and bone. The birds descend from above To lift my body from the stone. A fair trade, my clay for a soul, So a pigeon thrives while I have passed. The mountain justly claims its toll To break the raptors’ fast. Their shrieks soothe as siren calls, Their talons dancer’s hands: Why angels don demon shawls, Is not for us to understand. I glide in feathers’ embrace, Their beaks beckoning the frost, To fly past the fog, to rise into grace And join the loved ones we had lost. The falcons roost upon the wind. I meditate until the morn, Absorbing times I’ve loved and sinned. At light I wake, a being reborn. |
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10. | Voices of the Mountain | 03:09 | instrumental |
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01:09:16 |
Assorted Jams
Album versions
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September 18th, 2011 | Independent | Digital | ||
March 23rd, 2020
(titled "Assorted Jams: Vol 1") |
Independent | Digital |
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1. | Boysenberry | 10:00 | |
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2. | Prickly Pear | 18:28 | |
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3. | Nectarine | 09:05 | |
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4. | Pineapple | 12:01 | |
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5. | Rhubarb | 25:07 | |
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01:14:41 |
Dwellings
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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December 6th, 2011 | Independent | CD | Digipak | |
November 17th, 2015 | Blood Music | BLOOD-129 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
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Band members | |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass, Lyrics |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Justin Weis | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Alice Duke | Artwork, Design, Art direction |
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1. | The First Man | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Dream into being. Ancestors eternal, two giants fraternal, wielding stone knives. Upon shapeless bodies, the All-Father’s follies, they carve human lives. Sun Mother! Wake unborn seeds to grow, snakes to bleed mighty rivers that quiver and flow. The light on the oils, a spectrum of coils: Rainbow Serpent. The storm clouds empowered, crying orphans devoured, drowned in its current. Eaglehawk, your children slain by Crow, split your pain! Through the brush you stalk, draped in quills of flame. Raven dyed in smoke, entombed birds reborn, locked in everlasting strife. Mourn the songs of times past. Prisons engorged with risen “savages,” the first to forge myths. Still, thirst ravages all. Proud First People beneath the steeple of a white god. Whole tribes accused, children abused. No spared rod. Terra nullius, bearer of disease. Slowly breathe in this lowly gasoline death. Culture broken, half-castes stolen, a mother’s shout. The flaying of skin, eugenic sin, black bred out. A swallowing torrent once swept the abhorrent beneath the foam. May spirits of rain rise up once again, to shape the land we roam. Uluru, battle of snakes, the earth roused awake to tremble anew, a howling mountainous birth. Demons spawned of mud sculpt generations in their blood. |
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2. | Funambulist | 10:30 | Show lyrics |
None speak of the pious in history: Notre Dame conquered by a poète maudit. Beyond France’s gendarmes and butchery rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring down the gods. Stir their hearts; men applaud crime as art. Violent birth. Pile driver lancers pierce the earth and bleed the clouds. (Walk on its veins.) Steel and glass. The propane dancers wrap this mass in burning shrouds. (Forest of cranes.) New York, I adopt this child. Flight over the ocean, mind as vine to stone on a tower. Sleight of foot in motion, twined around a throne. I count and count the hours. Alea jacta est. Wire. A workman’s attire. The years we conspired finally bear fruit this August mo(u)rn a nation forlorn, its emperor shorn of august suit by modest blades. As I walk he fades. Crate: 500 pound weight. Whisked up the freight to south level one zero fo(u)r the nightwatchman’s snore, my skull on the floor, sold to the devil for heroes’ deeds. To the skies I lead. Bowman draws the string. Ropes and cable... ...cling stowaway to the arrow’s flight; at missile’s point, north and south unite. Cordina, clamp, cavaletti, knot... At backbreaking dawn, the wires pull taut. Rope still sways. Winds will rage. Heart ablaze, I wage war on fate. Fear devoid, lungs inflate, tempt the void: The first step. Le néant. Vos chants, vos cris, je les entends. A chaque pas, les nuages s’adoucissent. Je danse. Elégance. Je me permets un sourire : Si je meurs, quelle belle mort ! Avec les dieux à mes pieds. I wave, I sit, I rest, I dream. Speak to birds words of calm. Psalms of faith swathe no auspice wreaked by siren howls. Uproar from the lowland: the rattle of lawmen’s chains. The lords of the northland cast me to the plains a mortal man. The last step. Nona, spin your thread. Join it to the Sun, so I may walk. Morta, rouse your dead. Tell them of the Sun, for with me they walk. |
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3. | Confusion of Tongues | 04:25 | instrumental |
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4. | Junta | 09:28 | Show lyrics |
What horrors we wage in the light of day, bodies left decaying for the world to see. Conakry, September, 2009. Moïse Dadis, junta chief, will not resign his command to sworn democratic law. Thousands band to demand that he withdraw. Crowd trapped. Soldiers gather, guns drawn. Fire. Butchery veiled in tear gas, bayonettes puncture eyes. Flesh strewn across the grass, knives sever robes from thighs. Women raped with gun barrels, bullet through a child’s head, howls of humans feral as they haul away the dead. Red berets, elite guard, murder-crazed, a city scarred. Stores they loot, ribs they snap under boot. Cadavers wrapped. “C’est du jamais-vu,” they said. “Pourquoi nous, Allah?” they pled to absent god. At the morgue a mother seeks out her son. No remains were found. A desperate father reaches for his gun, his daughter bound in an army base, used by soldiers in turn, ‘til a rapist discerned her familiar face and, shamed, set her free. She speaks no word to her doctor, for fear her pain disgrace her kin. For weeks she dared not sleep or dream. Camara denied blame for the atrocity: “The military’s beyond my control.” The chief of his guard drew a pistol and fired a round in the president’s skull. He survives, abdicates. A flood of candidates compete in Guinea’s first truly democratic vote. Anarchy mars the year. Election frauds unclear. Will of the people: Guineans elect Alpha Condé. The girl’s suicide, the son never found, the butchers alive. The butchers alive. |
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5. | The Purest Land | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
I’ve slit the throats of clergymen and governors. Those bloated swine... May their screams unhinge a thankless crown. O King! See your soldiers scrape at the algae growing below the planks? They starve, yet still they quarrel for phantom ore once owed your throne. “Forgive this ship of fools,” said I to the mouths of trees, leaves as hellhound tongues outstretched to drink the stream. The beast flung its filth into the wake, tail coiled, fingers grasping the remains of our splintered mast. Once we’ve razed the land of gold I will crucify him. The corpses on my raft smell of piss and blood, yet they were but men, and all men, slaves and kings alike, leave stench as their epitaph. Not I. Holy Mother Church of Rome, cleanse this ground I conquer! Rain brimstone upon the judges who steal from the weary. Slaughter the Lutherans and priests who taint your word. Make Peru the purest land, for I am its prince and will forever be. I am its prince and will forever be. O King! See your isle burned by my soldiers. Your vassals and their wives, I hung them all. Panama will fall. With my daughter I forge an empire to survive us both. My deeds live on, for I have seen what men could only dream they saw. I have seen what men could only dream they saw. |
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6. | A Howling Dust | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
The soil here is hard in summer so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks, a plot behind St. Catherine’s church to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men. With gold found to the North, Quartzburg drove out its whores, its foreigners and roughnecks. They settled this camp. Pa left every day to mine. I’d follow him to the gulch, my pan and shovel in hand, a child devoted to riches. The Mexicans often staged bull and bear fights near the bar. They kept a boy entertained when there were no hangings to enjoy. The Cantonese flooded the quarries, working for less than the Whites. My father would curse the Orientals, yet came home reeking of opium. A group of my friends and I left to explore the creek. The Chinaman kneeled there, gleaning for gold. We mocked him and pushed him, I prodded him with my knife. He gripped his revolver and fired in the air. The errant bullet ricocheted off of a stone and grazed my leg. I ran back bawling to the town. Mobs surround the crying Chinaman, Father clutching the noose. Law arrived. The sheriff demanded that he be jailed and properly tried. Gangs amassed late at night outside the jail. Father led, rope in hand, prey in his cell. Soothing lies. Tempted with tobacco leaves, the Chinese reached his arm through the bars. The lynch mob swiftly grabbed the gleaner’s exposed hand. Father wrapped the collar around his neck. The horde yanked on the rope, Chinaman dragged and choked, his brains dashed upon the wall. Soon all the gold mines dried but that blood never did. Red still stains the jail cell wall. Father was never tried, none mourn a foreigner, but I saw guilt in his eyes. With all the riches spent, the people left the town yet I stayed to dwell here still. When Father died of drink I did not weep for him. I pray the grave unburdens his sins. I pray that someone will remain to bury me. I pray that someone will remain. |
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7. | Unearthly Dreamings | 11:56 | Show lyrics |
Meadows of the Motherland, your farmer’s ashes sown by fallen stars, bear mankind another strand of unearthly dreamings grown from earthly scars. “Killers all!” he cried, flames clawing at his throat through melted fore. Hands jut from stygian tide upon the ferryman’s boat, dashed on the shore. Shrieks of the atmosphere deafened the engineer, vessel now commandeered by twisted chute. Thoughts to his warnings spurned, promised a safe return, Brezhnev’s plan unconcerned by wild fears voiced by a mute. Call to grieving wife, family left below. Government strife: father in thrall. His daughter’s grin while playing in the snow. Solar panels undeployed. Radio channels, lost in void. Foretold to fail, rode on a stallion pale. Orbit 19, ordered home. Blue and the green, roads to Rome. Orientation from the sun, ion propulsion manually run. Halt the second launch, thunder from the squall. Future blood staunched, rain’s blessed fault: three crewmen spared their companion’s fall. The calm of space. Aurora Borealis, fire of spirits passed, to cleanse of human malice man’s rise into the vast. Burn, burn the ties that bind mortals to this terrene rind. Yearn, yearn to part the skies, upon an ark of sullen eyes. He cursed the dust that bore him -- screaming -- bastard child abandoned to the clouds. “Compost for the Kremlin Wall, fed to blooms on Lenin’s grave... Marvel as we heroes crawl to our deaths so brave!” said Yuri to solemn friend. “Soyuz will be a martyr’s end.” “You cannot die in my stead,” he replied. “You bring the Moon.” He turned, hiding tears he’d shed, and walked to his tomb. Gagarin unsheathed his cross, and prayed to sway a brother’s loss. This too shall pass. In bygone meadows of the Motherland a laborer boy studies planes gone by. The unearthly dreamings of a farmhand to pluck the planets from a fertile sky. |
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Earth Diver
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April 8th, 2014 | Independent | CD | Digipak | |
April 8th, 2014 | Independent | Digital | ||
April 8th, 2014 | Blood Music | BLOOD-130 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
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Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Keyboards |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 4, 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Justin Weis | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Sam Ford | Artwork, Design |
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1. | Eris | 02:34 | instrumental |
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2. | Daughter of Void | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
"Past the village, under sea ice, haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness. Watching you with unblinking eyes, waiting for you to defy." The boy observes him before the fire Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue Fascinated, leaves in the night Glacial wind bites at his eyes Words of elders ring in his mind "Hair of a maiden, skin of a basilisk. Stealing children too brash to comply, sentencing them to the deep." "I’ll come to you," The child calls to ocean depths from the snow He listens for the humming sound Wishes for the creature to appear Splash of water, unrecognizable noise Vision hazy, still his feet move ahead Flash of emerald, now a presence inauspicious Cranes to see, stability compromised Into the blackness of Antarctic sea Tidal momentum; submerged in her monarchy From waves, he calls to vacant land Sinks to the bottom Upon realization of his breach,they retrace his tracks A form floating near the polar fronds Familial collapse The tribesman lauds the child and curses the monster living in the waves, old as the sun Rising whale with emerald tail Merely adrift, more beast than myth |
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3. | Sold as a Crow | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But the all hell broke loose A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one’s breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them to madness but delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping A "Stormy Epidemic" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow |
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4. | Waking Sleep | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they’re led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace Program devised by men who couldn’t know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don’t want to be freed." The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you." Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleep |
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5. | The Pythia | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Under starless night on the slopes of Mount Parnassus He reveals is fateful story to the priests When his only son became one with the Aegean He embarked to find the Pythia of the East The clerics wring their brittle hands Three voices meld and speak as one "Give us the gifts you’ve brought for Pythia And all your years of grief shall be undone." With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, He proceeds on Sacred Way The Oracle his last remaining chance Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born Procession ends at eagle’s height Adytum bathed in crimson light He falls before her sacred feet Calls for his son to live anew Her wailing echoes through the sky Her proclamations shake the earth Vapors command her to sing Above the Castalian Spring Far away, the sound of mourning wakes him from his dream Her tawdry spell a revelation of her fallacy He ascend her throne with resolution And impious absolution His desperate wish forever lost to time Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born |
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6. | Broken Circle | 08:56 | Show lyrics |
In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that’s been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they’ll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle |
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7. | Mark the Trail | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!" "Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you down |
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8. | A Sovereign Act | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die? With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I’ve become Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that’s in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death The brine assuages the terrors that I’ve buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy |
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1. | Opening Jam 03-30-17 | 20:01 | |
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2. | Opening Jam 03-21-17 | 22:23 | |
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3. | Opening Jam 02-21-17 | 16:33 | |
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4. | Opening Jam 02-16-17 | 18:10 | |
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5. | Opening Jam 12-10-16 | 20:00 | |
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01:37:07 |
Diaspora
Album versions
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August 11th, 2017 | Independent | CD | ||
August 11th, 2017 | Independent | 2 12" vinyls | ||
August 11th, 2017 | Independent | Digital |
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Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jonah Sun | Keyboards |
Jackie Perez Gratz | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Wilkinson | Recording, Mixing |
Jeff Christensen | Artwork |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
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1. | Preserved in Ash | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
Awakened by claps of celestial hands The mountain, once guardian Now soars in the wind Explosion, a call from our Father’s sphere Unending, surrounding Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear Cloud bereft of rain Oblivious to the many signs A pervasive haze Always above, as we slept through our lives The promise of the end of days By the fire sky we make our way through burning wind Bracing ourselves for the impending sight of our frozen kin Head to the sea! On this volatile path Follow the sun! Through the cracks in the ash Carry the weak! Demonstration of grace Salvage our souls! From the tendrils of fate All for naught The heavens aflame Thy will is done By hubris we fall under sheets of violent rain Preserved in ash, we lay immortal Circular passage of time Augury bestowed upon the blind Monument to avarice, memorial in stone Witness to the callowness, alone |
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2. | Sentinel | 15:52 | Show lyrics |
Epoch perennial Unending burial Sentry of the land A lord with no command On hallowed ground A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars Similaun as a tomb opens ceremonial scars The day was rife with possibility The smell of carrion on the wind A figure breached the soft tranquility A copper arrow breached the skin Death-addled yet demands to fight the rogue Tyrolean from the North A smooth release, the killing blow The world of watchers beckons him home Time becomes a child’s game Millennia to stake his claim And still he has command of sight Keeper of the rocks and rain Aeons pass before his eyes As generations turn to mist A seer rooted to the clay Prophesied to preexist Blighted by command of sight A nameless witness of the earth The wisdom of a thousand lives Relegated to the dirt “Gods above! Forgive me! Let them find their own way and release me to my dreams.” Aphonic the refrain And here he will remain Doyen of the wind and snow and rain If forever could be drawn The eternal pantheon A palette made of rock and blood and bone A sentence served in ice A silent sacrifice Omniscience lost with every new sunrise Enshrined in land’s expense A consecrated trance Devoid of recompense |
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3. | The Devourer | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep In the corner of his eye something retreats Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor A betrayal to be punished evermore Isolated Passing beyond the living Toiling through underworlds Asphyxiating There was a toll indebted Through trickery he fled The scales tilted by bloodshed In from the cold of night it calls From dark spires of mold it falls He begs to the sky to retract this Servant of the life leaching blackness Shadows uncast upon the wall Attach to human form Satiating The Devourer Silhouetted figure creeps Smoke of obsidian she breathes Trepidation gives his scent away The stench of avarice betrays her prey Coercion bestows a garment of distress Subjugated Lying paralyzed As she makes her descent from the ceiling Glowing eyes piercing Stripping the plan from his instinct to flee Cling to failed hope Judgment waits for him She’s watching Destined Recompense Imminent Air turns dark and heavy Siphons strategy As she comes Breathe in thick tar Suffer Vacate your rot to fate Visible pulse in the throat As jaws fly wide Ethereal strangling grip Paralysis Now in a world without time Restless, primal will Won’t keep her hunger at bay The insidious curse will consume Every night in the realm of Duat The scales are leveled in the Halls of Ma’at No time to commiserate Eternity paid for treachery |
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4. | Migration | 26:15 | Show lyrics |
Instinctive pull Call for expansion Impulse to seek prosperity Flee consternation East over shoulder The lantern telling lies Expiring slowly Kerosene dries Fear washes over Mud-caked teeth grind A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines Chased by the fury of the dust cloud Spurs dive, hooves fly “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Forge a shining city on the hill Taming the American west Thundering cacophony Bleeding trails off the map Worn heels of Burden Iron beat roads through granite With clay under the nail Outstretched fingers point the way When the earth drinks the sky Age of fortune is nigh Blighted by sun and choking dust Rope splinters line wearied hands The miles separate wood from lashing As blisters are rubbed to scars The more the wind blows, the harder they push Crack the whip ’til the blue meets the blue Strong spines of equine will paint the way As the call of virtue is answered with a roar The famished caravan An opportunist meal Lost half my family attempting to preserve their future Over the next crest We’ll smell salt in the air Succulent wasteland becomes deciduous Green and gold The fertile soil and sunshine With God as my witness I claim this as mine Green and gold The untouched valley beckons By the backs of forefathers I claim this as mine Migrant fighting for his life Revels in the failing light Migrant fighting for his life The wild herd is losing sight Migrant fighting for his life Wallows in implicit strife (Rhetorical tone) Migrant fighting for his life Seductive unknown The mission embellished Charged “from above” The promise of virtue Contrived imperialist lie The frontier arrogated Acquisition the final design The valor confabulated Irreproachable pioneers “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Bloodshot eyes stare A thousand miles past sunset Horns locked with nature, dueling A conquest of reciprocation Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Migration |
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Assorted Jams: Vol. 3
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1. | Opening Jam 06-15-2017 | 16:23 | |
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2. | Opening Jam 06-29-2017 | 15:24 | |
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3. | Opening Jam 08-08-2017 | 23:01 | |
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4. | Opening Jam 10-17-2017 | 10:52 | |
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5. | Opening Jam 10-19-2017 | 25:14 | |
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01:30:54 |
Metazoa
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Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Lewis Patzner | Cello (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Deborah Spake | Vocals (additional) (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 2, 3, 7, 8) |
Aaron Gregory | Vocals (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julie Dillon | Artwork, Design, Logo, Art direction |
Arthur von Nagel | Lyrics |
Billy Anderson | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Adam Myatt | Engineering |
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1. | Scavengers Feast | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
A million shells like stones in sand, The soil painted by severed hands, (Red) Locusts breed in a child’s skull, A hallowed tank, rats in its hull, (All dead) Wars keep the vultures fed. Friends and foes, all extinguished: Mother Nature can’t distinguish… …Between a killer and a priest. Heroes are the victor’s butchers, All their rapes and all their tortures Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot. The human god mirrors the human brain. Pray for power and material gain, So the rich die old, and the poor die shot. An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse, Father Time knows no remorse For rifts of West and East. So the scavengers feast. A martyred saint’s but a jackal’s meal, And for all man’s pride and religious zeal Both the church and whorehouse burned. The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive, Hornets dig a ribcage hive, And the world, the world still turns. When all mankind tastes the earth, Mother Nature will give birth To another king of beasts. And still the scavengers feast. |
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2. | Uneasy Lies the Head | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité : Quelles belles idées! La tyrannie du peuple. He once fed the scaffold On Revolution Square, But now the crowds cackle At his skull shaved bare, At his shirt torn and bloody From the bullet in his jaw, At his hands worn and muddy From years burying the Law. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. They called him "Incorruptible," The Prince of Anarchy, But all men grow tyrannical At the reins of liberty. The guillotine is power, Its steel a despot’s rage; Blood rains down in showers When democracy’s a cage. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. He tries to speak his final words But his mouth drips off its hinge. The flesh, ravaged by the birds, Makes even soldiers cringe. On a plank his body’s laid, The wood dampened by his fear; The lever’s pulled, a falling blade, And all the people cheered. |
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3. | Salt of the Earth | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
The teeth of lions sown by the wind, Spurned by the salt of the Earth’s fallow and barren skin, Find fertile ground in me. Rains of red poppies Burst from the blue. Fireflies and harpies Beat their wings anew. The wine from man’s fountains Imparts courage to implore: “Gods, step down from your mountains. Fish, rise up from the shore.” For kings are few and we are legion, Flood the borders between all regions. No blood spills blue torn from its vein. All dissolves into the grain. Incite the erosion of sleeping giants So their slumber may forever last: Their lies a fading remembrance of science Past. Rise, rise, rise…kill. Seeds of revolution Sprout forests of stone. The bricks of toppled castles Build me my palace, Mortared with sweat from your brow. The crops reaped by my vassals Feed only my malice. My hearth burns with golden boughs. Sea, land, and air all fall to my glory. May the earth bear my legacy. But Time knows no human deeds, As Nature knows no caste. The winds sow forests of weeds On graves of tyrants past. |
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4. | Blood on the Cornfields | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
August in Virginia, A warm brandy night in 1831, Hidden in woodlands, Seven slaves discussed the freedoms to be won. Christ’s blood on the cornfields, A benighted hand to suffocate the sun, War with the Serpent: Visions from The Book led a preacher to the gun. "Seek ye the kingdom of Heaven And all things shall be added unto you," Words from the Spirit To see Southampton County’s insurrection through. Hoisting the window The rebels burst into the sleeping master’s room. Blows from their hatchets: Each child’s bed a crimson, wooden tomb. “Was Christ not crucified?” In deadly silence the farms were sacked, Alerting no free man to the next attack. Sixty fell to their axes and their swords, The General foretelling salvation from the Lord. Recruiting warriors they freed From the ranks of the flogged, They rode through the bogs: A cavalry of stolen steeds. The wrath of the unbound, The oppressors’ constant fear, The screams of two hundred years, Piqued the ears of the white man’s hounds. Lynch mobs’ slaughters Of black sons and daughters, Blameless in this battle Butchered as cattle. The Deep South trembled at the Negro prophet’s renown Vengeful militias hunted the panicked slaves down. Captured near his cavern, Judged in Jerusalem, Turner, brimming with glory, Confessed to his story. Led to the gallows of Calvary A killer, a martyr, grinned. His deeds etched in history His body hanged and skinned. |
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5. | Hanging Gardens | 11:16 | Show lyrics |
In the gardens perched on the sky, The ones where snakes sing lullabies, I met a man who spoke to me, A dead man hanging from a tree. He craned his neck and whispered this: "Perfection is the great abyss. Leave now lest you share my fate, A ghost dangling at heaven’s gate." Why should I fear paradise? I lived free of mortal vice. So I trudged on past the sycamores And stood before the pearly doors. Through the bars I saw the fields: The stars mere cogs in ox cart wheels, The earth a pebble in a stream, But not one human to be seen. Undeterred, I gripped the latch. I pulled, but it came unattached. Despite my rage, the gates stood firm, Then grew so hot I smelled flesh burn. I ran back injured to the groves, And washed my wounds in waterfalls. As I bathed I heard the groans, Of voices wrapped in funeral pall. Count leaves dangling from a branch, Thus numbered bodies overhead: Specters moaning for another chance To escape the orchard of the dead. An empty noose caressed my neck The way my first love had. A soothing feeling on my neck To forget the good and bad. To forget the ones who hurt you, To forget the ones you hurt, To forget the hate all men accrue When their feet still touch the dirt. |
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6. | The Crossing | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
I defied the Sonoran wilds, A wooden border fence to cross. I’ll feed my wife and child With the calloused hands my homeland lost. The last desert wolf has died, But I will struggle on To the North. A battered dog claws the dust And cowers to the brush as I pass. On to the American dream. |
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7. | Hole in the Sea | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
Last night, I watched the moon drink the tides ’Til a whale rose from the hole in the sea. She breathed in the clouds like an opium ride, Smiled, and devoured me. My flesh had melted when my mind awoke To feel her tail tear open the sky. Fins punctured cities, bled sulfur and smoke; I wept as the last scream died. She spat my soul onto a planet of dust. My thoughts dissolved into the grain. Whale became woman, the sun gazed with lust; He took her, and fathered the rain. From this coupling my shell grew green. Rainforests sprung from my skin and soil. Mountains spawned cells, apes & All-In-Between, And I understood. I am this mortal coil. I am this mortal coil. |
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8. | The Emigrant’s Wake | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
Mists once dressed these dunes Like silk upon her skin, But the ocean’s bare today And the tide is coming in. I watch a castle on the beach, A tower crumbling away, Mother Nature always wins The games we children play Rocks peek out from the foam; There seven seagulls stand. I slip the sandals off my feet And drop them on the sand. As I walk dust clings and falls To my dry and weary soles; The prints I leave upon the ground Like words upon a scroll. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) The water’s cold at dusk, I thought as I stepped into the tide. The sea does not want me here. What could she have to hide? Our forebears looked to the horizon And claimed demons lived beyond, But I called into the distance And no deities would respond. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) Perhaps if I tread further, Past where my feet engraved My last mark upon the world, I’d find a face within the waves. |
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9. | Sky Burial | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Fade into stars As god machines. With our arms We will shape the world. With this breath We become the world. In parts I lie, staring at the clouds, And listening to the vultures sing. The husk beneath this shroud Brings alms to fallow wings. Vines spring from my blood, Wheat grows of my flesh and bone. The birds descend from above To lift my body from the stone. A fair trade, my clay for a soul, So a pigeon thrives while I have passed. The mountain justly claims its toll To break the raptors’ fast. Their shrieks soothe as siren calls, Their talons dancer’s hands: Why angels don demon shawls, Is not for us to understand. I glide in feathers’ embrace, Their beaks beckoning the frost, To fly past the fog, to rise into grace And join the loved ones we had lost. The falcons roost upon the wind. I meditate until the morn, Absorbing times I’ve loved and sinned. At light I wake, a being reborn. |
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10. | Voices of the Mountain | 03:09 | instrumental |
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Metazoa
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Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Aaron Gregory | Vocals (track 7) |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 2, 3, 7, 8) |
Lewis Patzner | Cello (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Deborah Spake | Vocals (additional) (tracks 5, 7-9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Julie Dillon | Art direction, Artwork, Design, Logo |
Arthur von Nagel | Lyrics |
Billy Anderson | Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Justin Weis | Mastering |
Adam Myatt | Engineering |
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1. | Scavengers Feast | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
A million shells like stones in sand, The soil painted by severed hands, (Red) Locusts breed in a child’s skull, A hallowed tank, rats in its hull, (All dead) Wars keep the vultures fed. Friends and foes, all extinguished: Mother Nature can’t distinguish… …Between a killer and a priest. Heroes are the victor’s butchers, All their rapes and all their tortures Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot. The human god mirrors the human brain. Pray for power and material gain, So the rich die old, and the poor die shot. An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse, Father Time knows no remorse For rifts of West and East. So the scavengers feast. A martyred saint’s but a jackal’s meal, And for all man’s pride and religious zeal Both the church and whorehouse burned. The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive, Hornets dig a ribcage hive, And the world, the world still turns. When all mankind tastes the earth, Mother Nature will give birth To another king of beasts. And still the scavengers feast. |
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2. | Uneasy Lies the Head | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité : Quelles belles idées! La tyrannie du peuple. He once fed the scaffold On Revolution Square, But now the crowds cackle At his skull shaved bare, At his shirt torn and bloody From the bullet in his jaw, At his hands worn and muddy From years burying the Law. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. They called him "Incorruptible," The Prince of Anarchy, But all men grow tyrannical At the reins of liberty. The guillotine is power, Its steel a despot’s rage; Blood rains down in showers When democracy’s a cage. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. He tries to speak his final words But his mouth drips off its hinge. The flesh, ravaged by the birds, Makes even soldiers cringe. On a plank his body’s laid, The wood dampened by his fear; The lever’s pulled, a falling blade, And all the people cheered. |
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3. | Salt of the Earth | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
The teeth of lions sown by the wind, Spurned by the salt of the Earth’s fallow and barren skin, Find fertile ground in me. Rains of red poppies Burst from the blue. Fireflies and harpies Beat their wings anew. The wine from man’s fountains Imparts courage to implore: “Gods, step down from your mountains. Fish, rise up from the shore.” For kings are few and we are legion, Flood the borders between all regions. No blood spills blue torn from its vein. All dissolves into the grain. Incite the erosion of sleeping giants So their slumber may forever last: Their lies a fading remembrance of science Past. Rise, rise, rise…kill. Seeds of revolution Sprout forests of stone. The bricks of toppled castles Build me my palace, Mortared with sweat from your brow. The crops reaped by my vassals Feed only my malice. My hearth burns with golden boughs. Sea, land, and air all fall to my glory. May the earth bear my legacy. But Time knows no human deeds, As Nature knows no caste. The winds sow forests of weeds On graves of tyrants past. |
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4. | Blood on the Cornfields | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
August in Virginia, A warm brandy night in 1831, Hidden in woodlands, Seven slaves discussed the freedoms to be won. Christ’s blood on the cornfields, A benighted hand to suffocate the sun, War with the Serpent: Visions from The Book led a preacher to the gun. "Seek ye the kingdom of Heaven And all things shall be added unto you," Words from the Spirit To see Southampton County’s insurrection through. Hoisting the window The rebels burst into the sleeping master’s room. Blows from their hatchets: Each child’s bed a crimson, wooden tomb. “Was Christ not crucified?” In deadly silence the farms were sacked, Alerting no free man to the next attack. Sixty fell to their axes and their swords, The General foretelling salvation from the Lord. Recruiting warriors they freed From the ranks of the flogged, They rode through the bogs: A cavalry of stolen steeds. The wrath of the unbound, The oppressors’ constant fear, The screams of two hundred years, Piqued the ears of the white man’s hounds. Lynch mobs’ slaughters Of black sons and daughters, Blameless in this battle Butchered as cattle. The Deep South trembled at the Negro prophet’s renown Vengeful militias hunted the panicked slaves down. Captured near his cavern, Judged in Jerusalem, Turner, brimming with glory, Confessed to his story. Led to the gallows of Calvary A killer, a martyr, grinned. His deeds etched in history His body hanged and skinned. |
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1. | Hanging Gardens | 11:16 | Show lyrics |
In the gardens perched on the sky, The ones where snakes sing lullabies, I met a man who spoke to me, A dead man hanging from a tree. He craned his neck and whispered this: "Perfection is the great abyss. Leave now lest you share my fate, A ghost dangling at heaven’s gate." Why should I fear paradise? I lived free of mortal vice. So I trudged on past the sycamores And stood before the pearly doors. Through the bars I saw the fields: The stars mere cogs in ox cart wheels, The earth a pebble in a stream, But not one human to be seen. Undeterred, I gripped the latch. I pulled, but it came unattached. Despite my rage, the gates stood firm, Then grew so hot I smelled flesh burn. I ran back injured to the groves, And washed my wounds in waterfalls. As I bathed I heard the groans, Of voices wrapped in funeral pall. Count leaves dangling from a branch, Thus numbered bodies overhead: Specters moaning for another chance To escape the orchard of the dead. An empty noose caressed my neck The way my first love had. A soothing feeling on my neck To forget the good and bad. To forget the ones who hurt you, To forget the ones you hurt, To forget the hate all men accrue When their feet still touch the dirt. |
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2. | The Crossing | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
I defied the Sonoran wilds, A wooden border fence to cross. I’ll feed my wife and child With the calloused hands my homeland lost. The last desert wolf has died, But I will struggle on To the North. A battered dog claws the dust And cowers to the brush as I pass. On to the American dream. |
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3. | Hole in the Sea | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
Last night, I watched the moon drink the tides ’Til a whale rose from the hole in the sea. She breathed in the clouds like an opium ride, Smiled, and devoured me. My flesh had melted when my mind awoke To feel her tail tear open the sky. Fins punctured cities, bled sulfur and smoke; I wept as the last scream died. She spat my soul onto a planet of dust. My thoughts dissolved into the grain. Whale became woman, the sun gazed with lust; He took her, and fathered the rain. From this coupling my shell grew green. Rainforests sprung from my skin and soil. Mountains spawned cells, apes & All-In-Between, And I understood. I am this mortal coil. I am this mortal coil. |
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4. | The Emigrant’s Wake | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
Mists once dressed these dunes Like silk upon her skin, But the ocean’s bare today And the tide is coming in. I watch a castle on the beach, A tower crumbling away, Mother Nature always wins The games we children play Rocks peek out from the foam; There seven seagulls stand. I slip the sandals off my feet And drop them on the sand. As I walk dust clings and falls To my dry and weary soles; The prints I leave upon the ground Like words upon a scroll. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) The water’s cold at dusk, I thought as I stepped into the tide. The sea does not want me here. What could she have to hide? Our forebears looked to the horizon And claimed demons lived beyond, But I called into the distance And no deities would respond. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) Perhaps if I tread further, Past where my feet engraved My last mark upon the world, I’d find a face within the waves. |
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5. | Sky Burial | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Fade into stars As god machines. With our arms We will shape the world. With this breath We become the world. In parts I lie, staring at the clouds, And listening to the vultures sing. The husk beneath this shroud Brings alms to fallow wings. Vines spring from my blood, Wheat grows of my flesh and bone. The birds descend from above To lift my body from the stone. A fair trade, my clay for a soul, So a pigeon thrives while I have passed. The mountain justly claims its toll To break the raptors’ fast. Their shrieks soothe as siren calls, Their talons dancer’s hands: Why angels don demon shawls, Is not for us to understand. I glide in feathers’ embrace, Their beaks beckoning the frost, To fly past the fog, to rise into grace And join the loved ones we had lost. The falcons roost upon the wind. I meditate until the morn, Absorbing times I’ve loved and sinned. At light I wake, a being reborn. |
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Dwellings
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Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass, Lyrics |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
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Justin Weis | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Alice Duke | Artwork, Design, Art direction |
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1. | The First Man | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Dream into being. Ancestors eternal, two giants fraternal, wielding stone knives. Upon shapeless bodies, the All-Father’s follies, they carve human lives. Sun Mother! Wake unborn seeds to grow, snakes to bleed mighty rivers that quiver and flow. The light on the oils, a spectrum of coils: Rainbow Serpent. The storm clouds empowered, crying orphans devoured, drowned in its current. Eaglehawk, your children slain by Crow, split your pain! Through the brush you stalk, draped in quills of flame. Raven dyed in smoke, entombed birds reborn, locked in everlasting strife. Mourn the songs of times past. Prisons engorged with risen “savages,” the first to forge myths. Still, thirst ravages all. Proud First People beneath the steeple of a white god. Whole tribes accused, children abused. No spared rod. Terra nullius, bearer of disease. Slowly breathe in this lowly gasoline death. Culture broken, half-castes stolen, a mother’s shout. The flaying of skin, eugenic sin, black bred out. A swallowing torrent once swept the abhorrent beneath the foam. May spirits of rain rise up once again, to shape the land we roam. Uluru, battle of snakes, the earth roused awake to tremble anew, a howling mountainous birth. Demons spawned of mud sculpt generations in their blood. |
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2. | Funambulist | 10:30 | Show lyrics |
None speak of the pious in history: Notre Dame conquered by a poète maudit. Beyond France’s gendarmes and butchery rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring down the gods. Stir their hearts; men applaud crime as art. Violent birth. Pile driver lancers pierce the earth and bleed the clouds. (Walk on its veins.) Steel and glass. The propane dancers wrap this mass in burning shrouds. (Forest of cranes.) New York, I adopt this child. Flight over the ocean, mind as vine to stone on a tower. Sleight of foot in motion, twined around a throne. I count and count the hours. Alea jacta est. Wire. A workman’s attire. The years we conspired finally bear fruit this August mo(u)rn a nation forlorn, its emperor shorn of august suit by modest blades. As I walk he fades. Crate: 500 pound weight. Whisked up the freight to south level one zero fo(u)r the nightwatchman’s snore, my skull on the floor, sold to the devil for heroes’ deeds. To the skies I lead. Bowman draws the string. Ropes and cable... ...cling stowaway to the arrow’s flight; at missile’s point, north and south unite. Cordina, clamp, cavaletti, knot... At backbreaking dawn, the wires pull taut. Rope still sways. Winds will rage. Heart ablaze, I wage war on fate. Fear devoid, lungs inflate, tempt the void: The first step. Le néant. Vos chants, vos cris, je les entends. A chaque pas, les nuages s’adoucissent. Je danse. Elégance. Je me permets un sourire : Si je meurs, quelle belle mort ! Avec les dieux à mes pieds. I wave, I sit, I rest, I dream. Speak to birds words of calm. Psalms of faith swathe no auspice wreaked by siren howls. Uproar from the lowland: the rattle of lawmen’s chains. The lords of the northland cast me to the plains a mortal man. The last step. Nona, spin your thread. Join it to the Sun, so I may walk. Morta, rouse your dead. Tell them of the Sun, for with me they walk. |
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3. | Confusion of Tongues | 04:25 | instrumental |
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4. | Junta | 09:28 | Show lyrics |
What horrors we wage in the light of day, bodies left decaying for the world to see. Conakry, September, 2009. Moïse Dadis, junta chief, will not resign his command to sworn democratic law. Thousands band to demand that he withdraw. Crowd trapped. Soldiers gather, guns drawn. Fire. Butchery veiled in tear gas, bayonettes puncture eyes. Flesh strewn across the grass, knives sever robes from thighs. Women raped with gun barrels, bullet through a child’s head, howls of humans feral as they haul away the dead. Red berets, elite guard, murder-crazed, a city scarred. Stores they loot, ribs they snap under boot. Cadavers wrapped. “C’est du jamais-vu,” they said. “Pourquoi nous, Allah?” they pled to absent god. At the morgue a mother seeks out her son. No remains were found. A desperate father reaches for his gun, his daughter bound in an army base, used by soldiers in turn, ‘til a rapist discerned her familiar face and, shamed, set her free. She speaks no word to her doctor, for fear her pain disgrace her kin. For weeks she dared not sleep or dream. Camara denied blame for the atrocity: “The military’s beyond my control.” The chief of his guard drew a pistol and fired a round in the president’s skull. He survives, abdicates. A flood of candidates compete in Guinea’s first truly democratic vote. Anarchy mars the year. Election frauds unclear. Will of the people: Guineans elect Alpha Condé. The girl’s suicide, the son never found, the butchers alive. The butchers alive. |
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5. | The Purest Land | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
I’ve slit the throats of clergymen and governors. Those bloated swine... May their screams unhinge a thankless crown. O King! See your soldiers scrape at the algae growing below the planks? They starve, yet still they quarrel for phantom ore once owed your throne. “Forgive this ship of fools,” said I to the mouths of trees, leaves as hellhound tongues outstretched to drink the stream. The beast flung its filth into the wake, tail coiled, fingers grasping the remains of our splintered mast. Once we’ve razed the land of gold I will crucify him. The corpses on my raft smell of piss and blood, yet they were but men, and all men, slaves and kings alike, leave stench as their epitaph. Not I. Holy Mother Church of Rome, cleanse this ground I conquer! Rain brimstone upon the judges who steal from the weary. Slaughter the Lutherans and priests who taint your word. Make Peru the purest land, for I am its prince and will forever be. I am its prince and will forever be. O King! See your isle burned by my soldiers. Your vassals and their wives, I hung them all. Panama will fall. With my daughter I forge an empire to survive us both. My deeds live on, for I have seen what men could only dream they saw. I have seen what men could only dream they saw. |
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6. | A Howling Dust | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
The soil here is hard in summer so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks, a plot behind St. Catherine’s church to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men. With gold found to the North, Quartzburg drove out its whores, its foreigners and roughnecks. They settled this camp. Pa left every day to mine. I’d follow him to the gulch, my pan and shovel in hand, a child devoted to riches. The Mexicans often staged bull and bear fights near the bar. They kept a boy entertained when there were no hangings to enjoy. The Cantonese flooded the quarries, working for less than the Whites. My father would curse the Orientals, yet came home reeking of opium. A group of my friends and I left to explore the creek. The Chinaman kneeled there, gleaning for gold. We mocked him and pushed him, I prodded him with my knife. He gripped his revolver and fired in the air. The errant bullet ricocheted off of a stone and grazed my leg. I ran back bawling to the town. Mobs surround the crying Chinaman, Father clutching the noose. Law arrived. The sheriff demanded that he be jailed and properly tried. Gangs amassed late at night outside the jail. Father led, rope in hand, prey in his cell. Soothing lies. Tempted with tobacco leaves, the Chinese reached his arm through the bars. The lynch mob swiftly grabbed the gleaner’s exposed hand. Father wrapped the collar around his neck. The horde yanked on the rope, Chinaman dragged and choked, his brains dashed upon the wall. Soon all the gold mines dried but that blood never did. Red still stains the jail cell wall. Father was never tried, none mourn a foreigner, but I saw guilt in his eyes. With all the riches spent, the people left the town yet I stayed to dwell here still. When Father died of drink I did not weep for him. I pray the grave unburdens his sins. I pray that someone will remain to bury me. I pray that someone will remain. |
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7. | Unearthly Dreamings | 11:56 | Show lyrics |
Meadows of the Motherland, your farmer’s ashes sown by fallen stars, bear mankind another strand of unearthly dreamings grown from earthly scars. “Killers all!” he cried, flames clawing at his throat through melted fore. Hands jut from stygian tide upon the ferryman’s boat, dashed on the shore. Shrieks of the atmosphere deafened the engineer, vessel now commandeered by twisted chute. Thoughts to his warnings spurned, promised a safe return, Brezhnev’s plan unconcerned by wild fears voiced by a mute. Call to grieving wife, family left below. Government strife: father in thrall. His daughter’s grin while playing in the snow. Solar panels undeployed. Radio channels, lost in void. Foretold to fail, rode on a stallion pale. Orbit 19, ordered home. Blue and the green, roads to Rome. Orientation from the sun, ion propulsion manually run. Halt the second launch, thunder from the squall. Future blood staunched, rain’s blessed fault: three crewmen spared their companion’s fall. The calm of space. Aurora Borealis, fire of spirits passed, to cleanse of human malice man’s rise into the vast. Burn, burn the ties that bind mortals to this terrene rind. Yearn, yearn to part the skies, upon an ark of sullen eyes. He cursed the dust that bore him -- screaming -- bastard child abandoned to the clouds. “Compost for the Kremlin Wall, fed to blooms on Lenin’s grave... Marvel as we heroes crawl to our deaths so brave!” said Yuri to solemn friend. “Soyuz will be a martyr’s end.” “You cannot die in my stead,” he replied. “You bring the Moon.” He turned, hiding tears he’d shed, and walked to his tomb. Gagarin unsheathed his cross, and prayed to sway a brother’s loss. This too shall pass. In bygone meadows of the Motherland a laborer boy studies planes gone by. The unearthly dreamings of a farmhand to pluck the planets from a fertile sky. |
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Dwellings
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Arthur von Nagel | Vocals, Bass, Lyrics |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alice Duke | Artwork, Design, Art direction |
Justin Weis | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | The First Man | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Dream into being. Ancestors eternal, two giants fraternal, wielding stone knives. Upon shapeless bodies, the All-Father’s follies, they carve human lives. Sun Mother! Wake unborn seeds to grow, snakes to bleed mighty rivers that quiver and flow. The light on the oils, a spectrum of coils: Rainbow Serpent. The storm clouds empowered, crying orphans devoured, drowned in its current. Eaglehawk, your children slain by Crow, split your pain! Through the brush you stalk, draped in quills of flame. Raven dyed in smoke, entombed birds reborn, locked in everlasting strife. Mourn the songs of times past. Prisons engorged with risen “savages,” the first to forge myths. Still, thirst ravages all. Proud First People beneath the steeple of a white god. Whole tribes accused, children abused. No spared rod. Terra nullius, bearer of disease. Slowly breathe in this lowly gasoline death. Culture broken, half-castes stolen, a mother’s shout. The flaying of skin, eugenic sin, black bred out. A swallowing torrent once swept the abhorrent beneath the foam. May spirits of rain rise up once again, to shape the land we roam. Uluru, battle of snakes, the earth roused awake to tremble anew, a howling mountainous birth. Demons spawned of mud sculpt generations in their blood. |
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2. | Funambulist | 10:30 | Show lyrics |
None speak of the pious in history: Notre Dame conquered by a poète maudit. Beyond France’s gendarmes and butchery rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring down the gods. Stir their hearts; men applaud crime as art. Violent birth. Pile driver lancers pierce the earth and bleed the clouds. (Walk on its veins.) Steel and glass. The propane dancers wrap this mass in burning shrouds. (Forest of cranes.) New York, I adopt this child. Flight over the ocean, mind as vine to stone on a tower. Sleight of foot in motion, twined around a throne. I count and count the hours. Alea jacta est. Wire. A workman’s attire. The years we conspired finally bear fruit this August mo(u)rn a nation forlorn, its emperor shorn of august suit by modest blades. As I walk he fades. Crate: 500 pound weight. Whisked up the freight to south level one zero fo(u)r the nightwatchman’s snore, my skull on the floor, sold to the devil for heroes’ deeds. To the skies I lead. Bowman draws the string. Ropes and cable... ...cling stowaway to the arrow’s flight; at missile’s point, north and south unite. Cordina, clamp, cavaletti, knot... At backbreaking dawn, the wires pull taut. Rope still sways. Winds will rage. Heart ablaze, I wage war on fate. Fear devoid, lungs inflate, tempt the void: The first step. Le néant. Vos chants, vos cris, je les entends. A chaque pas, les nuages s’adoucissent. Je danse. Elégance. Je me permets un sourire : Si je meurs, quelle belle mort ! Avec les dieux à mes pieds. I wave, I sit, I rest, I dream. Speak to birds words of calm. Psalms of faith swathe no auspice wreaked by siren howls. Uproar from the lowland: the rattle of lawmen’s chains. The lords of the northland cast me to the plains a mortal man. The last step. Nona, spin your thread. Join it to the Sun, so I may walk. Morta, rouse your dead. Tell them of the Sun, for with me they walk. |
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3. | Confusion of Tongues | 04:25 | instrumental |
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4. | Junta | 09:28 | Show lyrics |
What horrors we wage in the light of day, bodies left decaying for the world to see. Conakry, September, 2009. Moïse Dadis, junta chief, will not resign his command to sworn democratic law. Thousands band to demand that he withdraw. Crowd trapped. Soldiers gather, guns drawn. Fire. Butchery veiled in tear gas, bayonettes puncture eyes. Flesh strewn across the grass, knives sever robes from thighs. Women raped with gun barrels, bullet through a child’s head, howls of humans feral as they haul away the dead. Red berets, elite guard, murder-crazed, a city scarred. Stores they loot, ribs they snap under boot. Cadavers wrapped. “C’est du jamais-vu,” they said. “Pourquoi nous, Allah?” they pled to absent god. At the morgue a mother seeks out her son. No remains were found. A desperate father reaches for his gun, his daughter bound in an army base, used by soldiers in turn, ‘til a rapist discerned her familiar face and, shamed, set her free. She speaks no word to her doctor, for fear her pain disgrace her kin. For weeks she dared not sleep or dream. Camara denied blame for the atrocity: “The military’s beyond my control.” The chief of his guard drew a pistol and fired a round in the president’s skull. He survives, abdicates. A flood of candidates compete in Guinea’s first truly democratic vote. Anarchy mars the year. Election frauds unclear. Will of the people: Guineans elect Alpha Condé. The girl’s suicide, the son never found, the butchers alive. The butchers alive. |
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1. | The Purest Land | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
I’ve slit the throats of clergymen and governors. Those bloated swine... May their screams unhinge a thankless crown. O King! See your soldiers scrape at the algae growing below the planks? They starve, yet still they quarrel for phantom ore once owed your throne. “Forgive this ship of fools,” said I to the mouths of trees, leaves as hellhound tongues outstretched to drink the stream. The beast flung its filth into the wake, tail coiled, fingers grasping the remains of our splintered mast. Once we’ve razed the land of gold I will crucify him. The corpses on my raft smell of piss and blood, yet they were but men, and all men, slaves and kings alike, leave stench as their epitaph. Not I. Holy Mother Church of Rome, cleanse this ground I conquer! Rain brimstone upon the judges who steal from the weary. Slaughter the Lutherans and priests who taint your word. Make Peru the purest land, for I am its prince and will forever be. I am its prince and will forever be. O King! See your isle burned by my soldiers. Your vassals and their wives, I hung them all. Panama will fall. With my daughter I forge an empire to survive us both. My deeds live on, for I have seen what men could only dream they saw. I have seen what men could only dream they saw. |
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2. | A Howling Dust | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
The soil here is hard in summer so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks, a plot behind St. Catherine’s church to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men. With gold found to the North, Quartzburg drove out its whores, its foreigners and roughnecks. They settled this camp. Pa left every day to mine. I’d follow him to the gulch, my pan and shovel in hand, a child devoted to riches. The Mexicans often staged bull and bear fights near the bar. They kept a boy entertained when there were no hangings to enjoy. The Cantonese flooded the quarries, working for less than the Whites. My father would curse the Orientals, yet came home reeking of opium. A group of my friends and I left to explore the creek. The Chinaman kneeled there, gleaning for gold. We mocked him and pushed him, I prodded him with my knife. He gripped his revolver and fired in the air. The errant bullet ricocheted off of a stone and grazed my leg. I ran back bawling to the town. Mobs surround the crying Chinaman, Father clutching the noose. Law arrived. The sheriff demanded that he be jailed and properly tried. Gangs amassed late at night outside the jail. Father led, rope in hand, prey in his cell. Soothing lies. Tempted with tobacco leaves, the Chinese reached his arm through the bars. The lynch mob swiftly grabbed the gleaner’s exposed hand. Father wrapped the collar around his neck. The horde yanked on the rope, Chinaman dragged and choked, his brains dashed upon the wall. Soon all the gold mines dried but that blood never did. Red still stains the jail cell wall. Father was never tried, none mourn a foreigner, but I saw guilt in his eyes. With all the riches spent, the people left the town yet I stayed to dwell here still. When Father died of drink I did not weep for him. I pray the grave unburdens his sins. I pray that someone will remain to bury me. I pray that someone will remain. |
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3. | Unearthly Dreamings | 11:56 | Show lyrics |
Meadows of the Motherland, your farmer’s ashes sown by fallen stars, bear mankind another strand of unearthly dreamings grown from earthly scars. “Killers all!” he cried, flames clawing at his throat through melted fore. Hands jut from stygian tide upon the ferryman’s boat, dashed on the shore. Shrieks of the atmosphere deafened the engineer, vessel now commandeered by twisted chute. Thoughts to his warnings spurned, promised a safe return, Brezhnev’s plan unconcerned by wild fears voiced by a mute. Call to grieving wife, family left below. Government strife: father in thrall. His daughter’s grin while playing in the snow. Solar panels undeployed. Radio channels, lost in void. Foretold to fail, rode on a stallion pale. Orbit 19, ordered home. Blue and the green, roads to Rome. Orientation from the sun, ion propulsion manually run. Halt the second launch, thunder from the squall. Future blood staunched, rain’s blessed fault: three crewmen spared their companion’s fall. The calm of space. Aurora Borealis, fire of spirits passed, to cleanse of human malice man’s rise into the vast. Burn, burn the ties that bind mortals to this terrene rind. Yearn, yearn to part the skies, upon an ark of sullen eyes. He cursed the dust that bore him -- screaming -- bastard child abandoned to the clouds. “Compost for the Kremlin Wall, fed to blooms on Lenin’s grave... Marvel as we heroes crawl to our deaths so brave!” said Yuri to solemn friend. “Soyuz will be a martyr’s end.” “You cannot die in my stead,” he replied. “You bring the Moon.” He turned, hiding tears he’d shed, and walked to his tomb. Gagarin unsheathed his cross, and prayed to sway a brother’s loss. This too shall pass. In bygone meadows of the Motherland a laborer boy studies planes gone by. The unearthly dreamings of a farmhand to pluck the planets from a fertile sky. |
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Earth Diver
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Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Keyboards |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 4, 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Justin Weis | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Sam Ford | Artwork, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Eris | 02:34 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Daughter of Void | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
"Past the village, under sea ice, haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness. Watching you with unblinking eyes, waiting for you to defy." The boy observes him before the fire Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue Fascinated, leaves in the night Glacial wind bites at his eyes Words of elders ring in his mind "Hair of a maiden, skin of a basilisk. Stealing children too brash to comply, sentencing them to the deep." "I’ll come to you," The child calls to ocean depths from the snow He listens for the humming sound Wishes for the creature to appear Splash of water, unrecognizable noise Vision hazy, still his feet move ahead Flash of emerald, now a presence inauspicious Cranes to see, stability compromised Into the blackness of Antarctic sea Tidal momentum; submerged in her monarchy From waves, he calls to vacant land Sinks to the bottom Upon realization of his breach,they retrace his tracks A form floating near the polar fronds Familial collapse The tribesman lauds the child and curses the monster living in the waves, old as the sun Rising whale with emerald tail Merely adrift, more beast than myth |
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3. | Sold as a Crow | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But the all hell broke loose A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one’s breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them to madness but delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping A "Stormy Epidemic" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow |
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4. | Waking Sleep | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they’re led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace Program devised by men who couldn’t know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don’t want to be freed." The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you." Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleep |
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5. | The Pythia | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Under starless night on the slopes of Mount Parnassus He reveals is fateful story to the priests When his only son became one with the Aegean He embarked to find the Pythia of the East The clerics wring their brittle hands Three voices meld and speak as one "Give us the gifts you’ve brought for Pythia And all your years of grief shall be undone." With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, He proceeds on Sacred Way The Oracle his last remaining chance Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born Procession ends at eagle’s height Adytum bathed in crimson light He falls before her sacred feet Calls for his son to live anew Her wailing echoes through the sky Her proclamations shake the earth Vapors command her to sing Above the Castalian Spring Far away, the sound of mourning wakes him from his dream Her tawdry spell a revelation of her fallacy He ascend her throne with resolution And impious absolution His desperate wish forever lost to time Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born |
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6. | Broken Circle | 08:56 | Show lyrics |
In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that’s been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they’ll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle |
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7. | Mark the Trail | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!" "Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you down |
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8. | A Sovereign Act | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die? With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I’ve become Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that’s in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death The brine assuages the terrors that I’ve buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy |
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58:37 |
Earth Diver
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Keyboards |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 4, 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Justin Weis | Mastering, Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Sam Ford | Artwork, Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Eris | 02:34 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Daughter of Void | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
"Past the village, under sea ice, haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness. Watching you with unblinking eyes, waiting for you to defy." The boy observes him before the fire Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue Fascinated, leaves in the night Glacial wind bites at his eyes Words of elders ring in his mind "Hair of a maiden, skin of a basilisk. Stealing children too brash to comply, sentencing them to the deep." "I’ll come to you," The child calls to ocean depths from the snow He listens for the humming sound Wishes for the creature to appear Splash of water, unrecognizable noise Vision hazy, still his feet move ahead Flash of emerald, now a presence inauspicious Cranes to see, stability compromised Into the blackness of Antarctic sea Tidal momentum; submerged in her monarchy From waves, he calls to vacant land Sinks to the bottom Upon realization of his breach,they retrace his tracks A form floating near the polar fronds Familial collapse The tribesman lauds the child and curses the monster living in the waves, old as the sun Rising whale with emerald tail Merely adrift, more beast than myth |
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3. | Sold as a Crow | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But the all hell broke loose A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one’s breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them to madness but delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping A "Stormy Epidemic" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow |
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4. | Waking Sleep | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they’re led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace Program devised by men who couldn’t know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don’t want to be freed." The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you." Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleep |
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5. | The Pythia | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Under starless night on the slopes of Mount Parnassus He reveals is fateful story to the priests When his only son became one with the Aegean He embarked to find the Pythia of the East The clerics wring their brittle hands Three voices meld and speak as one "Give us the gifts you’ve brought for Pythia And all your years of grief shall be undone." With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, He proceeds on Sacred Way The Oracle his last remaining chance Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born Procession ends at eagle’s height Adytum bathed in crimson light He falls before her sacred feet Calls for his son to live anew Her wailing echoes through the sky Her proclamations shake the earth Vapors command her to sing Above the Castalian Spring Far away, the sound of mourning wakes him from his dream Her tawdry spell a revelation of her fallacy He ascend her throne with resolution And impious absolution His desperate wish forever lost to time Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born |
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6. | Broken Circle | 08:56 | Show lyrics |
In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that’s been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they’ll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle |
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7. | Mark the Trail | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!" "Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you down |
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8. | A Sovereign Act | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die? With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I’ve become Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that’s in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death The brine assuages the terrors that I’ve buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy |
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58:37 |
Earth Diver
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Keyboards |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Andrew Solis | Keyboards (tracks 4, 6, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Justin Weis | Mastering, Producer, Recording, Mixing |
Sam Ford | Artwork, Design |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Eris | 02:34 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Daughter of Void | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
"Past the village, under sea ice, haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness. Watching you with unblinking eyes, waiting for you to defy." The boy observes him before the fire Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue Fascinated, leaves in the night Glacial wind bites at his eyes Words of elders ring in his mind "Hair of a maiden, skin of a basilisk. Stealing children too brash to comply, sentencing them to the deep." "I’ll come to you," The child calls to ocean depths from the snow He listens for the humming sound Wishes for the creature to appear Splash of water, unrecognizable noise Vision hazy, still his feet move ahead Flash of emerald, now a presence inauspicious Cranes to see, stability compromised Into the blackness of Antarctic sea Tidal momentum; submerged in her monarchy From waves, he calls to vacant land Sinks to the bottom Upon realization of his breach,they retrace his tracks A form floating near the polar fronds Familial collapse The tribesman lauds the child and curses the monster living in the waves, old as the sun Rising whale with emerald tail Merely adrift, more beast than myth |
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3. | Sold as a Crow | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But the all hell broke loose A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one’s breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them to madness but delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping A "Stormy Epidemic" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow |
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Side B | |||
4. | Waking Sleep | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they’re led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace Program devised by men who couldn’t know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don’t want to be freed." The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you." Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleep |
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5. | The Pythia | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Under starless night on the slopes of Mount Parnassus He reveals is fateful story to the priests When his only son became one with the Aegean He embarked to find the Pythia of the East The clerics wring their brittle hands Three voices meld and speak as one "Give us the gifts you’ve brought for Pythia And all your years of grief shall be undone." With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, He proceeds on Sacred Way The Oracle his last remaining chance Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born Procession ends at eagle’s height Adytum bathed in crimson light He falls before her sacred feet Calls for his son to live anew Her wailing echoes through the sky Her proclamations shake the earth Vapors command her to sing Above the Castalian Spring Far away, the sound of mourning wakes him from his dream Her tawdry spell a revelation of her fallacy He ascend her throne with resolution And impious absolution His desperate wish forever lost to time Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born |
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30:58 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Broken Circle | 08:56 | Show lyrics |
In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that’s been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they’ll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle |
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2. | Mark the Trail | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!" "Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you down |
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Side B | |||
3. | A Sovereign Act | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die? With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I’ve become Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that’s in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death The brine assuages the terrors that I’ve buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy |
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27:39 |
Diaspora
Members | |
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Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jonah Sun | Keyboards |
Jackie Perez Gratz | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Wilkinson | Recording, Mixing |
Jeff Christensen | Artwork |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Preserved in Ash | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
Awakened by claps of celestial hands The mountain, once guardian Now soars in the wind Explosion, a call from our Father’s sphere Unending, surrounding Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear Cloud bereft of rain Oblivious to the many signs A pervasive haze Always above, as we slept through our lives The promise of the end of days By the fire sky we make our way through burning wind Bracing ourselves for the impending sight of our frozen kin Head to the sea! On this volatile path Follow the sun! Through the cracks in the ash Carry the weak! Demonstration of grace Salvage our souls! From the tendrils of fate All for naught The heavens aflame Thy will is done By hubris we fall under sheets of violent rain Preserved in ash, we lay immortal Circular passage of time Augury bestowed upon the blind Monument to avarice, memorial in stone Witness to the callowness, alone |
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2. | Sentinel | 15:52 | Show lyrics |
Epoch perennial Unending burial Sentry of the land A lord with no command On hallowed ground A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars Similaun as a tomb opens ceremonial scars The day was rife with possibility The smell of carrion on the wind A figure breached the soft tranquility A copper arrow breached the skin Death-addled yet demands to fight the rogue Tyrolean from the North A smooth release, the killing blow The world of watchers beckons him home Time becomes a child’s game Millennia to stake his claim And still he has command of sight Keeper of the rocks and rain Aeons pass before his eyes As generations turn to mist A seer rooted to the clay Prophesied to preexist Blighted by command of sight A nameless witness of the earth The wisdom of a thousand lives Relegated to the dirt “Gods above! Forgive me! Let them find their own way and release me to my dreams.” Aphonic the refrain And here he will remain Doyen of the wind and snow and rain If forever could be drawn The eternal pantheon A palette made of rock and blood and bone A sentence served in ice A silent sacrifice Omniscience lost with every new sunrise Enshrined in land’s expense A consecrated trance Devoid of recompense |
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3. | The Devourer | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep In the corner of his eye something retreats Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor A betrayal to be punished evermore Isolated Passing beyond the living Toiling through underworlds Asphyxiating There was a toll indebted Through trickery he fled The scales tilted by bloodshed In from the cold of night it calls From dark spires of mold it falls He begs to the sky to retract this Servant of the life leaching blackness Shadows uncast upon the wall Attach to human form Satiating The Devourer Silhouetted figure creeps Smoke of obsidian she breathes Trepidation gives his scent away The stench of avarice betrays her prey Coercion bestows a garment of distress Subjugated Lying paralyzed As she makes her descent from the ceiling Glowing eyes piercing Stripping the plan from his instinct to flee Cling to failed hope Judgment waits for him She’s watching Destined Recompense Imminent Air turns dark and heavy Siphons strategy As she comes Breathe in thick tar Suffer Vacate your rot to fate Visible pulse in the throat As jaws fly wide Ethereal strangling grip Paralysis Now in a world without time Restless, primal will Won’t keep her hunger at bay The insidious curse will consume Every night in the realm of Duat The scales are leveled in the Halls of Ma’at No time to commiserate Eternity paid for treachery |
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4. | Migration | 26:15 | Show lyrics |
Instinctive pull Call for expansion Impulse to seek prosperity Flee consternation East over shoulder The lantern telling lies Expiring slowly Kerosene dries Fear washes over Mud-caked teeth grind A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines Chased by the fury of the dust cloud Spurs dive, hooves fly “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Forge a shining city on the hill Taming the American west Thundering cacophony Bleeding trails off the map Worn heels of Burden Iron beat roads through granite With clay under the nail Outstretched fingers point the way When the earth drinks the sky Age of fortune is nigh Blighted by sun and choking dust Rope splinters line wearied hands The miles separate wood from lashing As blisters are rubbed to scars The more the wind blows, the harder they push Crack the whip ’til the blue meets the blue Strong spines of equine will paint the way As the call of virtue is answered with a roar The famished caravan An opportunist meal Lost half my family attempting to preserve their future Over the next crest We’ll smell salt in the air Succulent wasteland becomes deciduous Green and gold The fertile soil and sunshine With God as my witness I claim this as mine Green and gold The untouched valley beckons By the backs of forefathers I claim this as mine Migrant fighting for his life Revels in the failing light Migrant fighting for his life The wild herd is losing sight Migrant fighting for his life Wallows in implicit strife (Rhetorical tone) Migrant fighting for his life Seductive unknown The mission embellished Charged “from above” The promise of virtue Contrived imperialist lie The frontier arrogated Acquisition the final design The valor confabulated Irreproachable pioneers “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Bloodshot eyes stare A thousand miles past sunset Horns locked with nature, dueling A conquest of reciprocation Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Migration |
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01:00:39 |
Diaspora
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jonah Sun | Keyboards |
Jackie Perez Gratz | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Wilkinson | Recording, Mixing |
Jeff Christensen | Artwork |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Preserved in Ash | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
Awakened by claps of celestial hands The mountain, once guardian Now soars in the wind Explosion, a call from our Father’s sphere Unending, surrounding Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear Cloud bereft of rain Oblivious to the many signs A pervasive haze Always above, as we slept through our lives The promise of the end of days By the fire sky we make our way through burning wind Bracing ourselves for the impending sight of our frozen kin Head to the sea! On this volatile path Follow the sun! Through the cracks in the ash Carry the weak! Demonstration of grace Salvage our souls! From the tendrils of fate All for naught The heavens aflame Thy will is done By hubris we fall under sheets of violent rain Preserved in ash, we lay immortal Circular passage of time Augury bestowed upon the blind Monument to avarice, memorial in stone Witness to the callowness, alone |
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Side B | |||
2. | Sentinel | 15:52 | Show lyrics |
Epoch perennial Unending burial Sentry of the land A lord with no command On hallowed ground A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars Similaun as a tomb opens ceremonial scars The day was rife with possibility The smell of carrion on the wind A figure breached the soft tranquility A copper arrow breached the skin Death-addled yet demands to fight the rogue Tyrolean from the North A smooth release, the killing blow The world of watchers beckons him home Time becomes a child’s game Millennia to stake his claim And still he has command of sight Keeper of the rocks and rain Aeons pass before his eyes As generations turn to mist A seer rooted to the clay Prophesied to preexist Blighted by command of sight A nameless witness of the earth The wisdom of a thousand lives Relegated to the dirt “Gods above! Forgive me! Let them find their own way and release me to my dreams.” Aphonic the refrain And here he will remain Doyen of the wind and snow and rain If forever could be drawn The eternal pantheon A palette made of rock and blood and bone A sentence served in ice A silent sacrifice Omniscience lost with every new sunrise Enshrined in land’s expense A consecrated trance Devoid of recompense |
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26:33 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Devourer | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep In the corner of his eye something retreats Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor A betrayal to be punished evermore Isolated Passing beyond the living Toiling through underworlds Asphyxiating There was a toll indebted Through trickery he fled The scales tilted by bloodshed In from the cold of night it calls From dark spires of mold it falls He begs to the sky to retract this Servant of the life leaching blackness Shadows uncast upon the wall Attach to human form Satiating The Devourer Silhouetted figure creeps Smoke of obsidian she breathes Trepidation gives his scent away The stench of avarice betrays her prey Coercion bestows a garment of distress Subjugated Lying paralyzed As she makes her descent from the ceiling Glowing eyes piercing Stripping the plan from his instinct to flee Cling to failed hope Judgment waits for him She’s watching Destined Recompense Imminent Air turns dark and heavy Siphons strategy As she comes Breathe in thick tar Suffer Vacate your rot to fate Visible pulse in the throat As jaws fly wide Ethereal strangling grip Paralysis Now in a world without time Restless, primal will Won’t keep her hunger at bay The insidious curse will consume Every night in the realm of Duat The scales are leveled in the Halls of Ma’at No time to commiserate Eternity paid for treachery |
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Side B | |||
2. | Migration | 26:15 | Show lyrics |
Instinctive pull Call for expansion Impulse to seek prosperity Flee consternation East over shoulder The lantern telling lies Expiring slowly Kerosene dries Fear washes over Mud-caked teeth grind A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines Chased by the fury of the dust cloud Spurs dive, hooves fly “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Forge a shining city on the hill Taming the American west Thundering cacophony Bleeding trails off the map Worn heels of Burden Iron beat roads through granite With clay under the nail Outstretched fingers point the way When the earth drinks the sky Age of fortune is nigh Blighted by sun and choking dust Rope splinters line wearied hands The miles separate wood from lashing As blisters are rubbed to scars The more the wind blows, the harder they push Crack the whip ’til the blue meets the blue Strong spines of equine will paint the way As the call of virtue is answered with a roar The famished caravan An opportunist meal Lost half my family attempting to preserve their future Over the next crest We’ll smell salt in the air Succulent wasteland becomes deciduous Green and gold The fertile soil and sunshine With God as my witness I claim this as mine Green and gold The untouched valley beckons By the backs of forefathers I claim this as mine Migrant fighting for his life Revels in the failing light Migrant fighting for his life The wild herd is losing sight Migrant fighting for his life Wallows in implicit strife (Rhetorical tone) Migrant fighting for his life Seductive unknown The mission embellished Charged “from above” The promise of virtue Contrived imperialist lie The frontier arrogated Acquisition the final design The valor confabulated Irreproachable pioneers “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Bloodshot eyes stare A thousand miles past sunset Horns locked with nature, dueling A conquest of reciprocation Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Migration |
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34:06 |
Diaspora
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Brennan Kunkel | Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nick Cohon | Guitars, Mandolin |
Matt Solis | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Marcus Luscombe | Vocals, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Jonah Sun | Keyboards |
Jackie Perez Gratz | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Greg Wilkinson | Recording, Mixing |
Jeff Christensen | Artwork |
Brad Boatright | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Preserved in Ash | 10:41 | Show lyrics |
Awakened by claps of celestial hands The mountain, once guardian Now soars in the wind Explosion, a call from our Father’s sphere Unending, surrounding Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear Cloud bereft of rain Oblivious to the many signs A pervasive haze Always above, as we slept through our lives The promise of the end of days By the fire sky we make our way through burning wind Bracing ourselves for the impending sight of our frozen kin Head to the sea! On this volatile path Follow the sun! Through the cracks in the ash Carry the weak! Demonstration of grace Salvage our souls! From the tendrils of fate All for naught The heavens aflame Thy will is done By hubris we fall under sheets of violent rain Preserved in ash, we lay immortal Circular passage of time Augury bestowed upon the blind Monument to avarice, memorial in stone Witness to the callowness, alone |
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2. | Sentinel | 15:52 | Show lyrics |
Epoch perennial Unending burial Sentry of the land A lord with no command On hallowed ground A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars Similaun as a tomb opens ceremonial scars The day was rife with possibility The smell of carrion on the wind A figure breached the soft tranquility A copper arrow breached the skin Death-addled yet demands to fight the rogue Tyrolean from the North A smooth release, the killing blow The world of watchers beckons him home Time becomes a child’s game Millennia to stake his claim And still he has command of sight Keeper of the rocks and rain Aeons pass before his eyes As generations turn to mist A seer rooted to the clay Prophesied to preexist Blighted by command of sight A nameless witness of the earth The wisdom of a thousand lives Relegated to the dirt “Gods above! Forgive me! Let them find their own way and release me to my dreams.” Aphonic the refrain And here he will remain Doyen of the wind and snow and rain If forever could be drawn The eternal pantheon A palette made of rock and blood and bone A sentence served in ice A silent sacrifice Omniscience lost with every new sunrise Enshrined in land’s expense A consecrated trance Devoid of recompense |
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3. | The Devourer | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep In the corner of his eye something retreats Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor A betrayal to be punished evermore Isolated Passing beyond the living Toiling through underworlds Asphyxiating There was a toll indebted Through trickery he fled The scales tilted by bloodshed In from the cold of night it calls From dark spires of mold it falls He begs to the sky to retract this Servant of the life leaching blackness Shadows uncast upon the wall Attach to human form Satiating The Devourer Silhouetted figure creeps Smoke of obsidian she breathes Trepidation gives his scent away The stench of avarice betrays her prey Coercion bestows a garment of distress Subjugated Lying paralyzed As she makes her descent from the ceiling Glowing eyes piercing Stripping the plan from his instinct to flee Cling to failed hope Judgment waits for him She’s watching Destined Recompense Imminent Air turns dark and heavy Siphons strategy As she comes Breathe in thick tar Suffer Vacate your rot to fate Visible pulse in the throat As jaws fly wide Ethereal strangling grip Paralysis Now in a world without time Restless, primal will Won’t keep her hunger at bay The insidious curse will consume Every night in the realm of Duat The scales are leveled in the Halls of Ma’at No time to commiserate Eternity paid for treachery |
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4. | Migration | 26:15 | Show lyrics |
Instinctive pull Call for expansion Impulse to seek prosperity Flee consternation East over shoulder The lantern telling lies Expiring slowly Kerosene dries Fear washes over Mud-caked teeth grind A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines Chased by the fury of the dust cloud Spurs dive, hooves fly “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Forge a shining city on the hill Taming the American west Thundering cacophony Bleeding trails off the map Worn heels of Burden Iron beat roads through granite With clay under the nail Outstretched fingers point the way When the earth drinks the sky Age of fortune is nigh Blighted by sun and choking dust Rope splinters line wearied hands The miles separate wood from lashing As blisters are rubbed to scars The more the wind blows, the harder they push Crack the whip ’til the blue meets the blue Strong spines of equine will paint the way As the call of virtue is answered with a roar The famished caravan An opportunist meal Lost half my family attempting to preserve their future Over the next crest We’ll smell salt in the air Succulent wasteland becomes deciduous Green and gold The fertile soil and sunshine With God as my witness I claim this as mine Green and gold The untouched valley beckons By the backs of forefathers I claim this as mine Migrant fighting for his life Revels in the failing light Migrant fighting for his life The wild herd is losing sight Migrant fighting for his life Wallows in implicit strife (Rhetorical tone) Migrant fighting for his life Seductive unknown The mission embellished Charged “from above” The promise of virtue Contrived imperialist lie The frontier arrogated Acquisition the final design The valor confabulated Irreproachable pioneers “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Bloodshot eyes stare A thousand miles past sunset Horns locked with nature, dueling A conquest of reciprocation Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Migration |
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