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Panopticon
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A. Lunn | Everything (2007-present) |
Member(bands): Agnosis, Dämmerfarben, Seidr, Throndt, Kólga, Plainwords, Anagnorisis | |
Current (Live) | |
Andy Klokow | Bass (2016-present) |
Ray Capizzo | Drums (2016-present) |
Member(bands): Falls of Rauros, Obsidian Tongue, Shabti | |
Tanner Anderson | Keyboards (2016-present) |
Member(bands): Celestiial, Obsequiae, Autumnal Winds, Hiraeth Eschar, Azrael, Where Rivers End | |
Nostarion | Cello (2019-present) |
Member(bands): Dämmerfarben, Dystertid, Folkearth, Idhafels, Throndt, Ulfsdalir, Vyre, 2Excess, Autumn in Frost, Enid, Seelenfrost, The Evening (Deu), Folkodia, Funeral Procession, Cerberus, Fetus Excavation | |
Aaron | Guitars (2019-present) |
Member(bands): Falls of Rauros, Feral | |
Past (Live) | |
Jake Quittschreiber | Guitars (2016-2019) |
Member(bands): Circadian Ritual |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Panopticon | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
2 | La passione de Sacco & Vanzetti | Single | 2008 | Show album |
3 | Panopticon / Lake of Blood | Split | 2009 | Show album |
4 | It’s Later than You Think | Split | 2009 | Show album |
5 | Collapse | Full-length | 2009 | Show album |
6 | ...on the Subject of Mortality | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
7 | Panopticon / When Bitter Spring Sleeps | Split | 2010 | Show album |
8 | Skagos / Panopticon | Split | 2010 | Show album |
9 | Wheels Within Wheels / Panopticon II | Split | 2011 | Show album |
10 | Social Disservices | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
11 | Kentucky | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
12 | Vestiges / Panopticon | Split | 2013 | Show album |
13 | Brotherhood | Split | 2014 | Show album |
14 | Roads to the North | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
15 | Autumn Eternal | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
16 | Panopticon / Waldgeflüster | Split | 2016 | Show album |
17 | Revisions of the Past | Compilation | 2016 | Show album |
18 | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | Single | 2017 | Show album |
19 | The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
20 | The Crescendo of Dusk | EP | 2019 | Show album |
21 | ...Scars II (The Basics) | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
22 | Nechochwen / Panopticon | Split | 2020 | Show album |
23 | Panopticon / Aerial Ruin | Split | 2020 | Show album |
24 | Beast Rider | EP | 2020 | Show album |
25 | Live Migration | Live album | 2020 | Show album |
Panopticon
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 1st, 2008 | Lundr Records | 01 | CD | |
May 1st, 2008 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 1st, 2010 | Pagan Flames Productions | PFCD009 | CD |
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A. Lundr | Everything |
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1. | Intro | 01:09 | instrumental |
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2. | Flag Burner, Torch Bearer | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
Rise up, spirit of my ancestry and fill me with vigilance again. No longer will we watch from our posts, torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power, they lurk in our midst with innocent blood staining their sleeves. Their slaves labor away into nothingness, lost in the abyss of factories. The gods are replaced with commodities unfit to occupy their thrones. Their rightful place, we bow our heads to mere currency. Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave, to enslave, enslave! The price of our freedom is the essence of our slavery, the master I’ve served will never repay me. There’s poison in the communion wine, and in this theocracy we will all die. Worship false idols, currency in our veins, the bow breaks in this ship of fools. Capitalism enslaves, paid in blood, paid in blood! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people. This is war on our oppressors! The concept of nationalism robs us of our very nature, destroys our tribes and torn apart our families. Gagged and bound we slit the throat of the henchman then laugh at the contradiction. Laugh at the contradiction... Falsify our inspiration, numbed by media, the tools for complacency market our fucking rebellion. Behold the chains of profit, there is nothing sacred. We are convinced that we are free because we are not starving. But our souls starve for something else than profits and convenience. We starve for the truth, we starve for earth. We starve for freedom and untainted skies. How long will we swallow the shit that they feed us? How long will they rape our ears with their lies? I will not surrender my heart to anyone but me. There are just a few things that I believe: That people are born free and slavery is murder, that their property is theft, and government is tyranny. Anarchy is liberty.... Liberation! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people! |
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3. | I, Hedonist | 15:08 | Show lyrics |
Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves, our love affair with our own reflections, from immorality and all it entails. Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Hail death, hail sex, lust, hail horror, hail pleasure, hail pain, in our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain. In our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain! Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Aristipus is dead, we’ll join him in the dirt. Pleasure is our primal pursuit, we will sleep in the earth. The human exhibit, the menagerie of lust. Feasting on whore’s flesh, gaze upon harlots and sluts. To bed ourselves in filth, to replace our hallowed ground Bare the greed upon our palms, infected loins abound. Bar code sexuality, our romance factory. The impulse, our animalistic nature. Hardwire our desires. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Idol worship idle hands, the deprivation of man. The illusion of human misery, vanity, lust, sex and death. Behold the human machine. the lust industry, towering smoke stacks to the sky, dominance and falicentricity. This is the rape of the intellect, the incircumventable abyss, insurmountable mass appeal, narcissistic bliss. Carnal creation and cadavers, morbid obsession with our own reflection. The hallow act of adoration, the need to slake our own lust. The human machine, the viral infection. We are both pest and pesticide. |
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4. | ...Speaking... | 12:51 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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5. | The Lay of Grimnir | 13:06 | Show lyrics |
Geirrod and Agnar set to sea, sons of King Hraudung they were. Their oars kissed the waves above where Jormagund sleeps. They cast off their baited hooks! The clouds gathered above in the heavens, their luck in the catch left them unaware. Caught amidst the storm and far off the shore as the serpent thrashed at the ocean floor. Wave upon wave they held strong, pulled further and further from shore. Brave-hearted,strong sons of the north, they would see land once more. Once more! They awoke dashed against the rocks, weary and bruised from the journey. They gathered themselves searching for shelter, in the distance they saw a column of smoke. They were greeted at the door by a simple farmer and his wife. They were fed and given shelter as they stayed the winter through. The farmer was good and wise, and he cared for Geirrod. His wife grew close with Agnar who began to see her as his mother. There was darkness in Geirrod’s heart, selfishness and hate. As winter drew nigh to an end their fathers kingdom did await. They braved the sea on their journey home, Geirrod’s heart was full of deceit and as he stepped upon the shore he pushed his brother out to the sea. Out to the sea! Their father passed away in their absence, the throne was empty and Geirrod was now king. Odin watched from Asgard and smiled upon his work for he was the farmer and Frigg, the wife, who had cared for them in the cold. Agnar had grown into a man, a giantess he did wed. Odin scoffed at young Agnar saying Geirrod was a better man. Geirrod was a ruthless king and he ruled his people with hate. Frigg contested Odin’s claim and they sought the boys again. They sought the boys again! Frigg sent word into Geirrod’s kingdom, of a powerful sorcerer making his way. Cloaked in rags Odin came, unaware of the fires that await. Odin called himself Grimnir and was seized, placed between 2 fires and bound in chains. 8 nights in the sweltering heat but the God would not be slain. God would not be slain! Geirrod’s had a son 8 winters old, named Agnar for his fathers brother. He freed Grimnir and gave him a full horn to drink as griminess cloak was smoldering. Geirrod sat, sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath. When he heard of Odin he rose to take him from the fire. The sword slipped and fell hilt down and he fell upon the sword. Then Odin vanishedand Agnar was crowned a king forevermore. |
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6. | Archetype | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
We’ve watched the clouds cry hand in hand, an end to all things. An embrace to ride the rising sun, momentary beauty all to brief. Raced the evening stars and all their glory, love’s conviction so transitory. Betrayal! And my cup runneth over, its brim tainted with your deception. My heart pounds rhythms that break my ribs, for a heart of love always forgives but a mind of vengeance never forgets. Pick the scabs from my eyes, the colors so vibrant that I am blind shown beauty that never existed. Angels with no faces! Fuck wings, I’ve got arms to hold you. All of you, and i swear I’ll never dream of flying again. But who stole my optimism, For the thieving hand will be cut. It’s lies long side my heart, I suggest you wear thick gloves. 1000 ghosts for the not yet deceased, next to them are visions of me. Locked away yet I possess the key! I am the master of my own slavery! The truth is so poisonous, it’s hatred disguised. Sometimes the most comfortable bed is made with virulent lies. I would drown you in uncertainty, and choking on your tears. Your grasp transcending the distance, your reflection is the face of what you fear. Reflection is the face of what you fear! |
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7. | Emma’s Song | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
Salts in the fields, harvest iniquity, is this how we show we care, obligation, grief and despair? The roots are poisoned... Dig deep in the earth the bounty you’ve sewn, restricted wings, wedding rings. The roots are poisoned... In their hair there are no braids, slaves who refuse to serve their masters. Your evening obligation is the soil on your face. When I’m burned alive, will you go down in flames? What freedoms are denied you other than your right to breathe? What expectations are placed on you? Conform, discard, dilute! The roots are poisoned... |
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01:07:33 |
La passione de Sacco & Vanzetti
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A. Lunn | Everything |
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1. | La passione de Sacco & Vanzetti | 11:35 | Show lyrics |
[sample of Jello Biafra] The last words of Bartolomeo Vanzetti, before he and Nicola Sacco were executed by the U.S. government in 1927 for a crime they did not commit. The real crime being they were anarchists. They were labor union activists. And if that’s not enough, they were immigrants. Non in America, ma sotto l’America. Schiacciati dal peso di un impero furono obbligati a instaurar la condizione degli oppressi, senza natione, stremati. Cercando la libertà in bandiere rossonere, il dolce sapore dell’autonomia. la promessa di libertà nella terra dei miserabili. L’illusione di ricchezze nella terra dei decrepiti. Vivendo non in America ma sotto l’America. Reclusi in frantoi, fabbriche, prigioni e patiboli. Una cosi infelice fortuna. Diventare un rivoluzionario della disgrazia, definendo la storia attraverso il martirio, vivendo in eterno nei cuori dei ribelli e dei liberi. Sette anni dietro le sbarre, ma nessun carcere puo imprigionare un’idea, come signori portati al loro destino, umili e forti, il prete rifiutano periscono non per un loco crimine, ma per l’anarchismo e la libertà. "Le nostre parole, le nostre vite, i nostri dolori... la fine della nostra esistenza... l’ultimo momento ci appartiene. Quest’agonia e il nostro trionfo!" Translation: Not in America but under America, crushed by the weight of an empire they were forced into building: the plight of the oppressed, nationless and weary. Seeking freedom in banners of red and black, the sweet taste of autonomy, the promise of freedom in the land of the wretched, the illusions of wealth in the land of the decrepit. Living not in America but under America, slaving in mills, factories, prisons and gallows. Such unhappy luck, to become a revolutionary of misfortune, shaping history through martyrdom, living forever in the hearts of the rebellious and free. Seven years behind bars, but no jail can imprison ideas. As gentlemen led to their doom, humble and strong, the priest they refuse, they die not for their crime, but for anarchism and liberty. "Our words, our lives, our pains... the taking of our lives... the last moment belongs to us. That agony is our triumph!") [sample of Bartolomeo Vanzetti] If it had not been for this thing, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown, a failure. Now we are not a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life can we hope to do such work for tolerance, justice, for man’s understanding of man, as now we do by accident. Our words - our lives - our pains - nothing! The taking of our lives - lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fish peddler - all! That last moment belongs to us - that agony is our triumph |
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11:35 |
Panopticon / Lake of Blood
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Panopticon | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Lake of Blood | |
Krajavic | Bass |
Nordic | Guitars |
Sam Shriver | Guitars |
Haagr | Vocals |
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1. | Panopticon - Haunted America | 05:28 | |
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2. | Panopticon - La passione di Sacco & Vanzetti | 11:37 | Show lyrics |
[sample of Jello Biafra] The last words of Bartolomeo Vanzetti, before he and Nicola Sacco were executed by the U.S. government in 1927 for a crime they did not commit. The real crime being they were anarchists. They were labor union activists. And if that’s not enough, they were immigrants. Non in America, ma sotto l’America. Schiacciati dal peso di un impero furono obbligati a instaurar la condizione degli oppressi, senza natione, stremati. Cercando la libertà in bandiere rossonere, il dolce sapore dell’autonomia. la promessa di libertà nella terra dei miserabili. L’illusione di ricchezze nella terra dei decrepiti. Vivendo non in America ma sotto l’America. Reclusi in frantoi, fabbriche, prigioni e patiboli. Una cosi infelice fortuna. Diventare un rivoluzionario della disgrazia, definendo la storia attraverso il martirio, vivendo in eterno nei cuori dei ribelli e dei liberi. Sette anni dietro le sbarre, ma nessun carcere puo imprigionare un’idea, come signori portati al loro destino, umili e forti, il prete rifiutano periscono non per un loco crimine, ma per l’anarchismo e la libertà. "Le nostre parole, le nostre vite, i nostri dolori... la fine della nostra esistenza... l’ultimo momento ci appartiene. Quest’agonia e il nostro trionfo!" Translation: Not in America but under America, crushed by the weight of an empire they were forced into building: the plight of the oppressed, nationless and weary. Seeking freedom in banners of red and black, the sweet taste of autonomy, the promise of freedom in the land of the wretched, the illusions of wealth in the land of the decrepit. Living not in America but under America, slaving in mills, factories, prisons and gallows. Such unhappy luck, to become a revolutionary of misfortune, shaping history through martyrdom, living forever in the hearts of the rebellious and free. Seven years behind bars, but no jail can imprison ideas. As gentlemen led to their doom, humble and strong, the priest they refuse, they die not for their crime, but for anarchism and liberty. "Our words, our lives, our pains... the taking of our lives... the last moment belongs to us. That agony is our triumph!") [sample of Bartolomeo Vanzetti] If it had not been for this thing, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown, a failure. Now we are not a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life can we hope to do such work for tolerance, justice, for man’s understanding of man, as now we do by accident. Our words - our lives - our pains - nothing! The taking of our lives - lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fish peddler - all! That last moment belongs to us - that agony is our triumph |
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3. | Lake of Blood - Eternal in My Domain | 03:49 | Show lyrics |
Winter sun glorious dawn Illuminate Entrance Wicked spell of cold and fog The brightness comes but no warmth Eternal cold frozen son Pagan wind bite the skin In solitude I wait Winter sun fight the cold earthly sky Cast emotion of uncertainty of emptiness A grim fog lay in the valley beneath my mountain Impenetrable mist The sight brings warmth to my cold body On my throne in this natural setting I shall reign Eternal in my domain |
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4. | Lake of Blood - Lake of Blood (live) | 05:41 | |
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5. | Lake of Blood - Eternal in My Domain (live) | 03:36 | |
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30:11 |
It’s Later than You Think
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 2009 | Lundr Records | CD | Limited edition, CD-R | |
February 2009 | Pagan Flames Productions | CD | Limited edition |
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Panopticon | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Wheels Within Wheels | |
W. Crow | All instruments, Vocals |
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1. | Panopticon - ...Speaking... (collapsed version) | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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2. | Panopticon - The Ghosts of Haymarket Square | 07:27 | |
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3. | Wheels Within Wheels - Beginning | 04:44 | |
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4. | Wheels Within Wheels - White Light Rains Down on... | 13:48 | |
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36:39 |
Collapse
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 21st, 2009 | Pagan Flames Productions | PFCD005 | CD | Limited edition |
June 21st, 2009 | Pagan Flames Productions | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2010 | The Flenser | FR02 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Clear yellow with black/red splatter vinyl |
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A. Lundr | Everything |
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1. | The Death of Baldr and the Coming War | 15:54 | Show lyrics |
In the darkest cracks of our psyche lies a place where nothing grows. Descendent of the intrinsic fires who’s embers cease to glow. Enveloped in despair of political disrepair while we feast on the scraps from the table of the haves and have mores. There’s nothing there! They dine in celebration, raising their glasses to the coming war. The iron fist of the sentinel smashing our hopes as it comes down, We abandon lofty hopes with our feet planted further in the ground. Who will muster the strength to rise? Who will muster the strength to rise? Arise! As the infantry line the streets scattered with the malnourished bodies of our young, the weeping word "Revolution" aching on our tongues. Take up arms brothers and sisters, now is the time to make the streets ours. As we’ve tried for years to find freedom we call it the struggle, they call it crime. Now is our time! Our time to die for freedom, to be inspired by the ghosts of our past. For red blood to stain black clothes, he pounding drums of the bombs blast! We will gnash our teeth and bathe in our own blood, and we will die laughing while we swim in the flood. Victory may only exist in our minds and in nature’s oaken pantheon. When the lights finally go out the songs of our revolution will play on. The song of our revolution will play on... |
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2. | Aptrgangr | 15:20 | Show lyrics |
The subtle voice whispering the satin temptation of the wind, while our civilization lies in ruin we answer the call of the wilderness. The ominous skies resembling blood-soaked battle fields. In the shelter of the forest, a reprieve from our ordeal. The laughter of the stream, the weeping of the rain. The Thunder God’s hammer coming down as we return to the wild again. The interegnum has ended! Where will we go in this strange land we should have called home? The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its throne. We must learn to live without comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow. |
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3. | Merkstave | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
It is cold on the outskirts of the fire and we shiver in confusion, greedilly huddling for warmth next to the dancing flames. Back to back wallowing in shame! “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again, to make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” Isa, whose been carved in this stone, our fear causes stillness. We are like the glass waters of an undisturbed pond. Petrified in our selfishness, only moving to satiate our own desires and quench our own thirsts. Into the void we all fall, abandoned humanity as we have abandoned law. Away from the bullets and fire, bombs over head. Its easy to escape state oppression but not to escape ourselves To learn to live as one body, away from this capitalist hell. Poison runes, Merkstave, the ink that smears your flesh branded with this human curse to only care for ones self. It takes more than one tree to create the forests canopy. How do we learn to live as one body and yet mantain our individual autonomy? This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands. This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands! When one of us falls in the field I will become your shield, when one of us harvests the grain all of us will eat again. When ever a child is born, a warrior she will become. When one of us ever is slain all of us will feel his pain. |
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4. | Idavoll | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
After the blood has dried on Vigrid and the hordes are laid to rest, Sertr has flung the fire of Muspel but its embers no longer glow. Arise, Earth again, fair and green. Modi and Magni, take up your fathers hammer, meet me in Idavollr where it’s always warm. Come Baldr and Hodr, drink together as Lif and Lifthrasir have emerged from the great ash tree. Odin lives on in his wisdom and Thor in his strength, we raise our horns to the slain. Remember the Gods again! Arise, Gods again, fair and true. Turn your backs to the door that faces north, meet me in Okolnir where its always warm. Men will quarel, rivers will run, flowers will bloom and Nidhogg will feed on the blood of the dead. |
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46:24 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2010 | Lundr Records | CD | Limited edition, Boxed set | |
August 30th, 2010 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2011 | Lundr Records | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Repress | |
May 8th, 2014 | The Flenser | FR11 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Repress |
December 7th, 2018 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP082LP / BR055LP | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Blue with White and Blue Splatter Vinyl |
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A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
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1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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6. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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50:05 |
Panopticon / When Bitter Spring Sleeps
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A. Lunn | Everything |
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1. | Panopticon - Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:32 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel’s somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within |
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2. | Panopticon - Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing I’m not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that’s left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don’t want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... |
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3. | Panopticon - To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
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4. | When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Flames That Taste the Rain | 09:36 | Show lyrics |
Two powers intertwine On this cold grey afternoon Smell of wet leaves on the breeze Between the bitter smoke of oakenwood Ambrosial breath of fire Singing its mysteries An alchemical transformation Shifting one form to the other Flames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the wind Rising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and die Countless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundward A doorway to awakenings |
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5. | When Bitter Spring Sleeps - We Cower in the Storms of Her Retribution | 11:14 | Show lyrics |
Every stone Every tree Every mountain Every breeze Was not made for you Not made for you... We cower in the storms of her retributuion... In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary... Oh she will not mourn your passing... In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary This palace was not made for you... |
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6. | When Bitter Spring Sleeps - All Things Rise (Arrowwood cover) | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
I feel that life will never end where the heart lays in the dark ground Where love leans like a crack in the heart... in the heart I’ve seen all things rise to fall into dust Into the flare that turns us pale... where loveliness dies Ah... All things rise, rise to fall Ah... Chaos comes as close as breath Within the shadows, the eyes of death watching, once warm in a clover sweet now so cold in the dark ground Ah... Still hearts in shallows fall into the grave Ah... All things rise to fall I’ve seen sparks in the trees so weak; tiny stars, they struggle like the dying of love... Arising death Ah... All things rise to fall Ah... All things are brought to the grave Once so warm, now so cold, so cold... |
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52:22 |
Skagos / Panopticon
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Panopticon | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Skagos | |
Ray Hawes | Bass, Drums |
Isaac Symonds | Guitars, Vocals |
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1. | Skagos - Smoldering Embers | 12:33 | Show lyrics |
Worldeater- swallower of worlds and devourer or the biosphere: my wounds are salted by every lapsing second of thy malevolent subsistence. The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade. False stars cast forged light across the faces of hollow, ecclesiastic deities. May you wade through the entrails of your enemies. The drought earth thirsts for man’s blood Nefarious whittling in the worship of progress... The last communities dance with the guile of wraiths, drowning in miserable rebellion, wading through the entrails of an artificial beast. Ancient fires are eclipsed, but never are they extinguished as the embers of atavism smolder. Redemption is a ship sunk thousands of years ago: New beginnings must be found. |
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2. | Skagos - Anamnesis II: A Dry, Sterile Thunder, Without Rain | 15:15 | Show lyrics |
...And the feeling body shudders and lurches on the edge Quaking with dead inertia- a caged oak suppressed from the instant that seed took root in earth the promised of a monolith. All I see are saplings shackled to stone a genocide of all we’ve sown. I am waiting for the great abate Thunder claps, but no water falls. Thunder claps, and no water will fall. Shattered Ouroboros: I feel the mountain within; the sea, the soil, the sky; Suffocating under ten-millennia coil: Shattered Ouroboros. I call thee, hark... Devoid of metamorphosis, twisted larvae starve. Megaflora extinction, an era of gynocide. I call thee, hark Ares! I call thee, hark... Apocalyptic atavism! "Here, one can neither stand, nor lie, nor sit. There is not even silence in the mountains, but dry, sterile thunder, without rain." I await the flood in rusting chains, for a fertile thunder that reeks of rain. |
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3. | Panopticon - A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility you’re willing to lend: Lies to support lies. |
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4. | Panopticon - ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earh, to drink from the streams again. Divinity in the forest. Drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow. The gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye. I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth. I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the gods! I see god. |
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5. | Panopticon - Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
(co written with Jack Hannert) This loss of all innocence. The hands that guard us often wither. Leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves. Away from our fathers and mothers, who once sheltered us from the terror of the wolrd. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss, whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us... The grim reminder of all we have lost. ..of our fallen kin. The innocence lost so we turn within. Grown into adults Longing to be children again Just to hear your voice once more... (AL) We saw the hands of the gods that day. In quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work livecs on in me. Your heart live on in me. (JH) The current ran against our feet. Another loss to nourish. The river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days. The soil who embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again. The cycle spins on. Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down. We walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. (AL/JH) |
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52:16 |
Wheels Within Wheels / Panopticon II
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Panopticon | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Wheels Within Wheels | |
W. Crow | All instruments, Vocals |
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1. | Wheels Within Wheels - A Burial of the Mother of Orion | 11:34 | instrumental |
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2. | Wheels Within Wheels - A Splinter of Hope in the Blackest of Hearts | 13:42 | |
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3. | Panopticon - The Road to Bergen | 10:33 | |
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4. | Panopticon - From Bergen to Jotunheim Forest | 10:53 | |
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5. | Panopticon - The White Mountain View | 10:57 | |
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57:39 |
Social Disservices
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 2011 | The Flenser | Digital | Bandcamp | |
November 2011 | The Flenser | FR14b | CD | Digipak |
November 2011 | The Flenser | FR14a | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
July 10th, 2011 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2018 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP083LP / BR056LP | Vinyl | Limited edition, Clear / Grey Splatter Vinyl |
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A. Lundr | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
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1. | Resident | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:09 |
Kentucky
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 12th, 2012 | Pagan Flames Productions | HB-039 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
June 4th, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
March 2013 | Pagan Flames Productions | PFCD016 | CD | |
July 27th, 2013 | The Flenser | FR35 | 2 12" vinyls | |
June 2nd, 2017 | Bindrune Recordings | BR046 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
June 3rd, 2017 | Bindrune Recordings | BR046LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Appalachian green vinyl |
March 26th, 2019 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP058LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
March 26th, 2019 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP058 | CD | Digisleeve |
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A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
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1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
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2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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1. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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2. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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3. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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4. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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Vestiges / Panopticon
Album versions
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May 24th, 2013 | The Flenser | FR31 | 12" vinyl | |
May 24th, 2013 | Independent | Digital |
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Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Colin Marston | Reamping, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Vestiges - VII | 05:25 | |
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2. | Vestiges - VIII | 13:06 | |
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3. | Panopticon - A Letter | 09:18 | |
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4. | Panopticon - The Eulogy | 06:05 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Collapse & Die (Suicide Nation cover) | 03:50 | |
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37:44 |
Brotherhood
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 13th, 2014 | Bindrune Recordings | BR020 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 3 colors |
February 13th, 2014 | Bindrune Recordings | BR020 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
February 26th, 2014 | Bindrune Recordings | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 29th, 2014
(as the band "Panopticon") |
Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
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1. | Falls of Rauros - Unavailing | 11:53 | Show lyrics |
We have thrived in places not fit for life nor the living We will carry on bringing our curse where we wish the death of significance Worship oversight Fabricate answers to volatile questions Shelter your gains and show to them reverence This is the world we preserve This is how we would have it I can not find any beauty in our sightless ambitions I am through with forgiveness for our unseeing I will not feel any sorrow by the crumbling of towers raised from the earth in arrogance Cleaving the welkin Piercing the heavens When we’ve choked our convictions and we’ve acknowledged with certainty that vacant and quickening darkness living in all human hearts When at last it’s unbearable and no contrivance can remedy on that day you’ll have to shed your old skin take what you need and depart I will leave this place I will leave this harrowing place for another I will not be returning Alone now in the purity of isolation my breath a thin smoke on the air Flickering shadows dance across my few belongings May your only truths betray you May your fires die |
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2. | Falls of Rauros - The Purity of Isolation | 06:45 | Show lyrics |
O light of day descending flames though night shall fall the stars will grace us And their gleaming will illuminate the path whichever we should take A broken people can’t mend their wounds alone Brilliant and sustaining bathe us in your glow For this soil gives more than we shall ever give We have chosen not to And these roots know more than we shall ever know We have chosen not to And the wind shall sweep away the falsehoods of our histories |
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3. | Panopticon - Through Mountains I Wander This Evening | 04:33 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Can You Loan Me a Raven? | 07:29 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Gods of Flame | 04:26 | |
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6. | Panopticon - One Cold Night | 07:56 | |
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43:02 |
Roads to the North
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 22nd, 2014 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP022 / BR021 | CD | Digipak |
July 30th, 2014 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
September 2014 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP022LP / BR021LP | 2 12" vinyls | Blue / Yellow splatter |
March 3rd, 2018 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP022LP / BR021LP | 2 12" vinyls | Blue |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Drums, Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Flute, Banjo, Mandolin, Resonator guitar, Dobro, Keyboards, Samples, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Winterherz | Vocals (track 7) |
Tanner Anderson | Vocals (backing) (track 8) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (additional) (track 4) |
Dave Condon | Vocals (track 8) |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Orchestral arrangements, Percussion |
John Becker | Violin, Moog, Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Artwork |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tanner Anderson | Photography |
Colin Marston | Engineering, Producer, Mixing, Mastering |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
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1. | The Echoes of a Dissonant Evensong | 09:35 | |
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2. | Where Mountains Pierce the Sky | 12:42 | |
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3. | The Long Road (Part 1: One Last Fire...) | 05:56 | instrumental |
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4. | The Long Road (Part 2: Capricious Miles) | 07:53 | |
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5. | The Long Road (Part 3: The Sigh of Summer) | 09:39 | |
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6. | Norwegian Nights | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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7. | ...in Silence | 09:45 | |
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8. | Chase the Grain | 12:14 | |
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01:11:03 |
Autumn Eternal
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 16th, 2015 | Bindrune Recordings | BR034 | CD | Digipak |
October 16th, 2015 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
October 16th, 2015 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP034 | CD | Gatefold sleeve |
2016 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP034LP | 2 12" vinyls | Gold/yellow splatter |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Arrangements |
John Becker | Violin (tracks 1, 5) |
Petri Eskelinen | Vocals (track 7) |
Nostarion | Cello (track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Producer, Re-amping, Mixing, Mastering |
Austin Lunn | Recording, Cover art, Art direction, Layout, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Henri Sorvali | Recording (Petri Eskelinen’s vocals) |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
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1. | Tamarack’s Gold Returns | 04:33 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 06:21 | |
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3. | Autumn Eternal | 07:05 | |
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4. | Oaks Ablaze | 08:38 | |
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5. | Sleep to the Sound of the Waves Crashing | 08:41 | |
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6. | Pale Ghosts | 08:14 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 11:01 | |
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8. | The Winds Farewell | 07:08 | |
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Panopticon / Waldgeflüster
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 11th, 2016 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP039 | CD | Digipak |
March 11th, 2016
(as the band "Panopticon") |
Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
March 11th, 2016 | Nordvis Produktion | Digital | Bandcamp | |
September 1st, 2016 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP039LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Waldgeflüster - Der Traumschänder | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
Wenn die einst vor Leben strotzenden grünen Blätter Sich verwandeln in goldene Zeugen der Vergänglichkeit Wenn die einst anmutig strahlenden Bäume Sich entkleiden, und alles nach dem Ende schreit Ihr leichtes Sommergewand tauschten sie schon lang Zugunsten der bittersüßen Schwere des Herbstes Und nun stehen sie verkrüppelt, knorrig und nackt Ihr Ächzen nur ein Rufen nach vergangenen Tagen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder Irgendwann einmal hatten sie geträumt Und sie schrien die Träume hinaus in die Nacht Sie warteten auf einen goldenen Morgen Der die lang ersehnte Erfüllung bringen sollte Und die Wälder harrten aus Ihre Wurzeln konnten sie nicht in den Morgen tragen Ihre Schreie wurden zu einem heißeren Flüstern Bis ihr Verlangen zu einem Rascheln wurde Jetzt legen sie ihre Blätter ab Betten sie gleich ihrer Träume zur Ruh Und so warten die Hoffnungen in ihrem moos’gen Grab Auf ein Morgen das nie kam Die Wälder warteten zu lang Und sahen das Abendgrauen nicht Und jetzt, wo ein eis‘ger Winter naht Ist es nichts mehr wert zu hoffen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder „Wie alt musste ich werden um jung zu sein? Warum habe ich immer auf ein Morgen gewartet? Das Leben hat mich eingeholt Doch was könnte es schon verbrennen, außer den Gräbern, die einst meine Träume waren?“ The dreamdesecrator When the once with life crawling leaves Transform into golden witnesses of transience When the once graceful radiating trees Disrobe, and everything screams for the end They changed their airy summer-raiment long ago In favor of the bittersweet weight of autumn And now they stand crippled, gnarled and naked Their groaning is only a calling for passed days Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator Once they had dreamed And they screamed their dreams out into the night They waited for a golden morning Which should bring long desired fulfilment And the woods persevered Their roots couldn’t carry them into the morning Their screams became a harsh whisper Until their desires were nothing but a breeze Now they lay down their leaves lay them to rest like their dreams and so the hopes wait in their mossy grave for a morning that never came the woods waited too long and didn’t see dusk coming and now as an icy winter approaches Nothing is worth hoping for anymore Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator ““How old had I to become to be young Why did I always wait for a tomorrow? Life caught up with me but what could it burn except the graves that once were my dreams?” |
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2. | Waldgeflüster - Norwegian Nights (Panopticon cover) | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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3. | Panopticon - Håkan’s Song | 12:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Trauerweide II (Waldgeflüster cover) | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg Eine Trauerweide stand einsam Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen Über all die Jahre weinte Eine Trauerweide stand einsam In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam. English: Crimson gold pours on barren land. Aged roots, rotten leaves. A wayfarer called from afar, searched in vain for a path with less fate. A weeping willow stood alone as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning. And as summer had to yield to cold nights and the wayfarer still searched in vain, he lay down to its bare roots while a gray sky shed warm tears over all these years. A weeping willow stood alone in the evening hours as the autumn rain came. |
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33:10 |
Revisions of the Past
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 29th, 2016 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP044 / BR039 | 2CD | Digipak |
July 29th, 2016 | Nordvis Produktion | Digital | Bandcamp | |
February 3rd, 2017 | Nordvis Produktion | NVP044LP / BR039LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Bundle |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Nate Burns | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 - ...on the Subject of Mortality | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel’s somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing I’m not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that’s left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don’t want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies. |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earh, to drink from the streams again. Divinity in the forest. Drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow. The gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye. I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth. I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the gods! I see god. |
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6. | Watching You | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
(co written with Jack Hannert) This loss of all innocence. The hands that guard us often wither. Leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves. Away from our fathers and mothers, who once sheltered us from the terror of the wolrd. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss, whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us... The grim reminder of all we have lost. ..of our fallen kin. The innocence lost so we turn within. Grown into adults Longing to be children again Just to hear your voice once more... (AL) We saw the hands of the gods that day. In quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work livecs on in me. Your heart live on in me. (JH) The current ran against our feet. Another loss to nourish. The river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days. The soil who embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again. The cycle spins on. Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down. We walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. (AL/JH) (..For Holly and Ed. We Love and miss you so much. -Jack and Austin.) |
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Disc 2 - Social Disservices | |||
1. | Resident | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:10 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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Sheep in Wolves Clothing
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:51 | |
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 6th, 2018 | Bindrune Recordings | 2CD | Limited edition, Slipcase | |
April 6th, 2018 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 1") |
Nordvis Produktion | NVP073 | CD | 1st part only, digisleeve |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 1") |
Nordvis Produktion | NVP073LP | 12" vinyl | 1st part only |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 1") |
Nordvis Produktion | Digital | 1st part only | |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 2") |
Nordvis Produktion | NVP074 | CD | 2nd part only, digisleeve |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 2") |
Nordvis Produktion | NVP074LP | 12" vinyl | 2nd part only |
April 6th, 2018
(titled "The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness, Part 2") |
Nordvis Produktion | Digital | 2nd part only |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Watch the Lights Fade | 03:46 | |
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2. | En hvit ravns død | 09:38 | |
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3. | Blåtimen | 06:49 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:52 | |
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5. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | 03:42 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:09 | |
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7. | The Singing Wilderness | 09:47 | |
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8. | Snow Burdened Branches | 11:24 | |
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58:07 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | 12:16 | Show lyrics |
The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the woods are stood Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter’s chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow |
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2. | The Wandering Ghost | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Well he come from far off, over behind the hills, and he was raised on the silent stars, and the sound of the whip-poor-will. Now he’s drifting slowly, in search of hope and wealth. Trading in poverty and scenery, for money and hell. He’s just a young man, still in his prime. Now a faceless cog, in some old factory line. He’s got a fuller wallet, and he’s far from home, and the evening whiskey, and he’ll drink alone. And the years pass by, as they often do, and autumn’s greys, and winter’s blues. His memories fade, and the pastel hues. The mountains, and hollers, that his childhood knew He died cold one night, in a cinder-block room. Some say that his heart just quit. Beneath the concrete and steel, and the city lights, and before the first frost. But I knew that wasn’t it. The sigh upon his last breath, those twilight moments of existence. He died from a broken heart, from no mountains in the distance. It’s true it was the vile hum of grinding gears, and the oppressive weight of concrete and steel, that wore down his soul until it was flat, and then they crushed his heart through a broken back, and they buried him there in a stranger’s grave, with his proud mountains so far away. The factory’s closed and the building’s burned, and they left all his things out on the curb. And sometimes you’ll see him on a darkened road, his lonely ghost, wandering home. |
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3. | Four Walls of Bone | 07:53 | |
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4. | A Cross Abandoned | 05:58 | |
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5. | Beast Rider | 04:12 | |
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6. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | 05:00 | |
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7. | Echoes in the Snow | 03:30 | |
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8. | The Itch | 05:15 | |
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9. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | 09:08 | |
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10. | The Devil Walked the Woods | 03:25 | |
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01:00:30 |
The Crescendo of Dusk
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 26th, 2019 | Independent | Digital | ||
January 26th, 2019 | Independent | 12" vinyl | Single sided w/ etching |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Cover art |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
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1. | The Crescendo of Dusk | 13:53 | |
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2. | The Labyrinth | 07:50 | |
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21:43 |
...Scars II (The Basics)
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow (the basics) | 03:28 | |
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2. | The Wandering Ghost (the basics) | 03:54 | |
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3. | Four Walls of Bone (the basics) | 07:38 | |
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4. | A Cross Abandoned (the basics) | 05:32 | |
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5. | Beast Rider (the basics) | 03:55 | |
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6. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone (the basics) | 04:21 | |
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7. | Echoes In the Snow (the basics) | 03:37 | |
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8. | The Itch (the basics) | 04:21 | |
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9. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain (the basics) | 05:30 | |
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10. | The Devil Walked the Woods (the basics) | 02:56 | |
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45:12 |
Nechochwen / Panopticon
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 31st, 2020 | Bindrune Recordings | 12" vinyl | ||
January 31st, 2020 | Bindrune Recordings | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Nechochwen | |
Pohonasin | Bass, Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nechochwen | Vocals, Guitars, E-bow, Keyboards, Hand drum, Floor tom, Rattle, Cedar Flute, Lalawas |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Nechochwen - Of Wisdom and Prophecy | 02:48 | |
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2. | Nechochwen - The Megalith | 07:20 | |
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3. | Nechochwen - The Mingling Waters | 05:01 | |
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4. | Nechochwen - The Red Road | 04:42 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Panopticon - Rune’s Heart | 19:45 | |
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Panopticon / Aerial Ruin
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 31st, 2020 | Bindrune Recordings | Digital | ||
January 31st, 2020 | Bindrune Recordings | 12" vinyl | Crystal clear vinyl with grey splatter |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
P. Urban | Violoncello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Panopticon - No Lines Away | 06:55 | |
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2. | Panopticon - North Dakota (Chris Knight cover) | 04:07 | |
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3. | Panopticon - Cold Cold World (Blaze Foley cover) | 03:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - The Pit | 05:22 | |
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5. | Aerial Ruin - Sanguine of Ail | 05:12 | |
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6. | Aerial Ruin - Lesser the Blade | 03:09 | |
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7. | Aerial Ruin - The Sea Is Now Steam in Mist of a Scream | 04:39 | |
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8. | Aerial Ruin - Asempyrean | 02:47 | |
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9. | Aerial Ruin - Epilogue Centauri | 07:05 | |
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42:51 |
Beast Rider
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Additional Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beast Rider (Electric version) | 05:41 | |
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2. | Norwegian Nights (Electric version) | 04:17 | |
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09:58 |
Live Migration
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 19th, 2020 | Bindrune Recordings | 2 vinyls + CD | ||
June 19th, 2020 | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Austin Lunn | Guitars, Vocals |
Andy Klokow | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Ray Capizzo | Drums |
Tanner Anderson | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Jake Quittschreiber | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (12" Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Snow Burdened Branches | 10:28 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 04:49 | |
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3. | Capricious Miles | 07:24 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:24 | |
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5. | En hvit ravns død | 09:06 | |
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38:11 | |||
Disc 2 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | En generell avsky | 06:16 | |
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2. | A Superior Lament | 10:01 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Watching You | 08:47 | |
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4. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 08:57 | |
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34:01 | |||
Disc 3 (CD) | |||
1. | Snow Burdened Branches | 10:28 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 04:49 | |
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3. | Capricious Miles | 07:24 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:24 | |
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5. | En hvit Ravns død | 09:06 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:16 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 10:01 | |
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8. | Watching You | 08:47 | |
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9. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 08:57 | |
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01:12:12 |
Panopticon
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A. Lundr | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro | 01:09 | instrumental |
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2. | Flag Burner, Torch Bearer | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
Rise up, spirit of my ancestry and fill me with vigilance again. No longer will we watch from our posts, torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power, they lurk in our midst with innocent blood staining their sleeves. Their slaves labor away into nothingness, lost in the abyss of factories. The gods are replaced with commodities unfit to occupy their thrones. Their rightful place, we bow our heads to mere currency. Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave, to enslave, enslave! The price of our freedom is the essence of our slavery, the master I’ve served will never repay me. There’s poison in the communion wine, and in this theocracy we will all die. Worship false idols, currency in our veins, the bow breaks in this ship of fools. Capitalism enslaves, paid in blood, paid in blood! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people. This is war on our oppressors! The concept of nationalism robs us of our very nature, destroys our tribes and torn apart our families. Gagged and bound we slit the throat of the henchman then laugh at the contradiction. Laugh at the contradiction... Falsify our inspiration, numbed by media, the tools for complacency market our fucking rebellion. Behold the chains of profit, there is nothing sacred. We are convinced that we are free because we are not starving. But our souls starve for something else than profits and convenience. We starve for the truth, we starve for earth. We starve for freedom and untainted skies. How long will we swallow the shit that they feed us? How long will they rape our ears with their lies? I will not surrender my heart to anyone but me. There are just a few things that I believe: That people are born free and slavery is murder, that their property is theft, and government is tyranny. Anarchy is liberty.... Liberation! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people! |
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3. | I, Hedonist | 15:08 | Show lyrics |
Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves, our love affair with our own reflections, from immorality and all it entails. Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Hail death, hail sex, lust, hail horror, hail pleasure, hail pain, in our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain. In our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain! Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Aristipus is dead, we’ll join him in the dirt. Pleasure is our primal pursuit, we will sleep in the earth. The human exhibit, the menagerie of lust. Feasting on whore’s flesh, gaze upon harlots and sluts. To bed ourselves in filth, to replace our hallowed ground Bare the greed upon our palms, infected loins abound. Bar code sexuality, our romance factory. The impulse, our animalistic nature. Hardwire our desires. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Idol worship idle hands, the deprivation of man. The illusion of human misery, vanity, lust, sex and death. Behold the human machine. the lust industry, towering smoke stacks to the sky, dominance and falicentricity. This is the rape of the intellect, the incircumventable abyss, insurmountable mass appeal, narcissistic bliss. Carnal creation and cadavers, morbid obsession with our own reflection. The hallow act of adoration, the need to slake our own lust. The human machine, the viral infection. We are both pest and pesticide. |
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4. | ...Speaking... | 12:51 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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5. | The Lay of Grimnir | 13:06 | Show lyrics |
Geirrod and Agnar set to sea, sons of King Hraudung they were. Their oars kissed the waves above where Jormagund sleeps. They cast off their baited hooks! The clouds gathered above in the heavens, their luck in the catch left them unaware. Caught amidst the storm and far off the shore as the serpent thrashed at the ocean floor. Wave upon wave they held strong, pulled further and further from shore. Brave-hearted,strong sons of the north, they would see land once more. Once more! They awoke dashed against the rocks, weary and bruised from the journey. They gathered themselves searching for shelter, in the distance they saw a column of smoke. They were greeted at the door by a simple farmer and his wife. They were fed and given shelter as they stayed the winter through. The farmer was good and wise, and he cared for Geirrod. His wife grew close with Agnar who began to see her as his mother. There was darkness in Geirrod’s heart, selfishness and hate. As winter drew nigh to an end their fathers kingdom did await. They braved the sea on their journey home, Geirrod’s heart was full of deceit and as he stepped upon the shore he pushed his brother out to the sea. Out to the sea! Their father passed away in their absence, the throne was empty and Geirrod was now king. Odin watched from Asgard and smiled upon his work for he was the farmer and Frigg, the wife, who had cared for them in the cold. Agnar had grown into a man, a giantess he did wed. Odin scoffed at young Agnar saying Geirrod was a better man. Geirrod was a ruthless king and he ruled his people with hate. Frigg contested Odin’s claim and they sought the boys again. They sought the boys again! Frigg sent word into Geirrod’s kingdom, of a powerful sorcerer making his way. Cloaked in rags Odin came, unaware of the fires that await. Odin called himself Grimnir and was seized, placed between 2 fires and bound in chains. 8 nights in the sweltering heat but the God would not be slain. God would not be slain! Geirrod’s had a son 8 winters old, named Agnar for his fathers brother. He freed Grimnir and gave him a full horn to drink as griminess cloak was smoldering. Geirrod sat, sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath. When he heard of Odin he rose to take him from the fire. The sword slipped and fell hilt down and he fell upon the sword. Then Odin vanishedand Agnar was crowned a king forevermore. |
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6. | Archetype | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
We’ve watched the clouds cry hand in hand, an end to all things. An embrace to ride the rising sun, momentary beauty all to brief. Raced the evening stars and all their glory, love’s conviction so transitory. Betrayal! And my cup runneth over, its brim tainted with your deception. My heart pounds rhythms that break my ribs, for a heart of love always forgives but a mind of vengeance never forgets. Pick the scabs from my eyes, the colors so vibrant that I am blind shown beauty that never existed. Angels with no faces! Fuck wings, I’ve got arms to hold you. All of you, and i swear I’ll never dream of flying again. But who stole my optimism, For the thieving hand will be cut. It’s lies long side my heart, I suggest you wear thick gloves. 1000 ghosts for the not yet deceased, next to them are visions of me. Locked away yet I possess the key! I am the master of my own slavery! The truth is so poisonous, it’s hatred disguised. Sometimes the most comfortable bed is made with virulent lies. I would drown you in uncertainty, and choking on your tears. Your grasp transcending the distance, your reflection is the face of what you fear. Reflection is the face of what you fear! |
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7. | Emma’s Song | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
Salts in the fields, harvest iniquity, is this how we show we care, obligation, grief and despair? The roots are poisoned... Dig deep in the earth the bounty you’ve sewn, restricted wings, wedding rings. The roots are poisoned... In their hair there are no braids, slaves who refuse to serve their masters. Your evening obligation is the soil on your face. When I’m burned alive, will you go down in flames? What freedoms are denied you other than your right to breathe? What expectations are placed on you? Conform, discard, dilute! The roots are poisoned... |
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01:07:33 |
Panopticon
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A. Lundr | Everything |
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1. | Intro | 01:09 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Flag Burner, Torch Bearer | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
Rise up, spirit of my ancestry and fill me with vigilance again. No longer will we watch from our posts, torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power, they lurk in our midst with innocent blood staining their sleeves. Their slaves labor away into nothingness, lost in the abyss of factories. The gods are replaced with commodities unfit to occupy their thrones. Their rightful place, we bow our heads to mere currency. Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave, to enslave, enslave! The price of our freedom is the essence of our slavery, the master I’ve served will never repay me. There’s poison in the communion wine, and in this theocracy we will all die. Worship false idols, currency in our veins, the bow breaks in this ship of fools. Capitalism enslaves, paid in blood, paid in blood! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people. This is war on our oppressors! The concept of nationalism robs us of our very nature, destroys our tribes and torn apart our families. Gagged and bound we slit the throat of the henchman then laugh at the contradiction. Laugh at the contradiction... Falsify our inspiration, numbed by media, the tools for complacency market our fucking rebellion. Behold the chains of profit, there is nothing sacred. We are convinced that we are free because we are not starving. But our souls starve for something else than profits and convenience. We starve for the truth, we starve for earth. We starve for freedom and untainted skies. How long will we swallow the shit that they feed us? How long will they rape our ears with their lies? I will not surrender my heart to anyone but me. There are just a few things that I believe: That people are born free and slavery is murder, that their property is theft, and government is tyranny. Anarchy is liberty.... Liberation! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people! |
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3. | I, Hedonist | 15:08 | Show lyrics |
Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves, our love affair with our own reflections, from immorality and all it entails. Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Hail death, hail sex, lust, hail horror, hail pleasure, hail pain, in our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain. In our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain! Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Aristipus is dead, we’ll join him in the dirt. Pleasure is our primal pursuit, we will sleep in the earth. The human exhibit, the menagerie of lust. Feasting on whore’s flesh, gaze upon harlots and sluts. To bed ourselves in filth, to replace our hallowed ground Bare the greed upon our palms, infected loins abound. Bar code sexuality, our romance factory. The impulse, our animalistic nature. Hardwire our desires. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Idol worship idle hands, the deprivation of man. The illusion of human misery, vanity, lust, sex and death. Behold the human machine. the lust industry, towering smoke stacks to the sky, dominance and falicentricity. This is the rape of the intellect, the incircumventable abyss, insurmountable mass appeal, narcissistic bliss. Carnal creation and cadavers, morbid obsession with our own reflection. The hallow act of adoration, the need to slake our own lust. The human machine, the viral infection. We are both pest and pesticide. |
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4. | ...Speaking... | 12:51 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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5. | The Lay of Grimnir | 13:06 | Show lyrics |
Geirrod and Agnar set to sea, sons of King Hraudung they were. Their oars kissed the waves above where Jormagund sleeps. They cast off their baited hooks! The clouds gathered above in the heavens, their luck in the catch left them unaware. Caught amidst the storm and far off the shore as the serpent thrashed at the ocean floor. Wave upon wave they held strong, pulled further and further from shore. Brave-hearted,strong sons of the north, they would see land once more. Once more! They awoke dashed against the rocks, weary and bruised from the journey. They gathered themselves searching for shelter, in the distance they saw a column of smoke. They were greeted at the door by a simple farmer and his wife. They were fed and given shelter as they stayed the winter through. The farmer was good and wise, and he cared for Geirrod. His wife grew close with Agnar who began to see her as his mother. There was darkness in Geirrod’s heart, selfishness and hate. As winter drew nigh to an end their fathers kingdom did await. They braved the sea on their journey home, Geirrod’s heart was full of deceit and as he stepped upon the shore he pushed his brother out to the sea. Out to the sea! Their father passed away in their absence, the throne was empty and Geirrod was now king. Odin watched from Asgard and smiled upon his work for he was the farmer and Frigg, the wife, who had cared for them in the cold. Agnar had grown into a man, a giantess he did wed. Odin scoffed at young Agnar saying Geirrod was a better man. Geirrod was a ruthless king and he ruled his people with hate. Frigg contested Odin’s claim and they sought the boys again. They sought the boys again! Frigg sent word into Geirrod’s kingdom, of a powerful sorcerer making his way. Cloaked in rags Odin came, unaware of the fires that await. Odin called himself Grimnir and was seized, placed between 2 fires and bound in chains. 8 nights in the sweltering heat but the God would not be slain. God would not be slain! Geirrod’s had a son 8 winters old, named Agnar for his fathers brother. He freed Grimnir and gave him a full horn to drink as griminess cloak was smoldering. Geirrod sat, sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath. When he heard of Odin he rose to take him from the fire. The sword slipped and fell hilt down and he fell upon the sword. Then Odin vanishedand Agnar was crowned a king forevermore. |
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6. | Archetype | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
We’ve watched the clouds cry hand in hand, an end to all things. An embrace to ride the rising sun, momentary beauty all to brief. Raced the evening stars and all their glory, love’s conviction so transitory. Betrayal! And my cup runneth over, its brim tainted with your deception. My heart pounds rhythms that break my ribs, for a heart of love always forgives but a mind of vengeance never forgets. Pick the scabs from my eyes, the colors so vibrant that I am blind shown beauty that never existed. Angels with no faces! Fuck wings, I’ve got arms to hold you. All of you, and i swear I’ll never dream of flying again. But who stole my optimism, For the thieving hand will be cut. It’s lies long side my heart, I suggest you wear thick gloves. 1000 ghosts for the not yet deceased, next to them are visions of me. Locked away yet I possess the key! I am the master of my own slavery! The truth is so poisonous, it’s hatred disguised. Sometimes the most comfortable bed is made with virulent lies. I would drown you in uncertainty, and choking on your tears. Your grasp transcending the distance, your reflection is the face of what you fear. Reflection is the face of what you fear! |
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7. | Emma’s Song | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
Salts in the fields, harvest iniquity, is this how we show we care, obligation, grief and despair? The roots are poisoned... Dig deep in the earth the bounty you’ve sewn, restricted wings, wedding rings. The roots are poisoned... In their hair there are no braids, slaves who refuse to serve their masters. Your evening obligation is the soil on your face. When I’m burned alive, will you go down in flames? What freedoms are denied you other than your right to breathe? What expectations are placed on you? Conform, discard, dilute! The roots are poisoned... |
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01:07:33 |
Panopticon
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro | 01:09 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Flag Burner, Torch Bearer | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
Rise up, spirit of my ancestry and fill me with vigilance again. No longer will we watch from our posts, torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power, they lurk in our midst with innocent blood staining their sleeves. Their slaves labor away into nothingness, lost in the abyss of factories. The gods are replaced with commodities unfit to occupy their thrones. Their rightful place, we bow our heads to mere currency. Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave, to enslave, enslave! The price of our freedom is the essence of our slavery, the master I’ve served will never repay me. There’s poison in the communion wine, and in this theocracy we will all die. Worship false idols, currency in our veins, the bow breaks in this ship of fools. Capitalism enslaves, paid in blood, paid in blood! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people. This is war on our oppressors! The concept of nationalism robs us of our very nature, destroys our tribes and torn apart our families. Gagged and bound we slit the throat of the henchman then laugh at the contradiction. Laugh at the contradiction... Falsify our inspiration, numbed by media, the tools for complacency market our fucking rebellion. Behold the chains of profit, there is nothing sacred. We are convinced that we are free because we are not starving. But our souls starve for something else than profits and convenience. We starve for the truth, we starve for earth. We starve for freedom and untainted skies. How long will we swallow the shit that they feed us? How long will they rape our ears with their lies? I will not surrender my heart to anyone but me. There are just a few things that I believe: That people are born free and slavery is murder, that their property is theft, and government is tyranny. Anarchy is liberty.... Liberation! Tonight all flags must burn in a place of steeples. Autonomy must return into the hands of the people! |
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3. | I, Hedonist | 15:08 | Show lyrics |
Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves, our love affair with our own reflections, from immorality and all it entails. Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Hail death, hail sex, lust, hail horror, hail pleasure, hail pain, in our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain. In our emptiness we’ve nothing to gain! Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics they all see eye to eye. The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature. The prize for which we’ll die! Aristipus is dead, we’ll join him in the dirt. Pleasure is our primal pursuit, we will sleep in the earth. The human exhibit, the menagerie of lust. Feasting on whore’s flesh, gaze upon harlots and sluts. To bed ourselves in filth, to replace our hallowed ground Bare the greed upon our palms, infected loins abound. Bar code sexuality, our romance factory. The impulse, our animalistic nature. Hardwire our desires. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Worship ourselves in the church of fools. Idol worship idle hands, the deprivation of man. The illusion of human misery, vanity, lust, sex and death. Behold the human machine. the lust industry, towering smoke stacks to the sky, dominance and falicentricity. This is the rape of the intellect, the incircumventable abyss, insurmountable mass appeal, narcissistic bliss. Carnal creation and cadavers, morbid obsession with our own reflection. The hallow act of adoration, the need to slake our own lust. The human machine, the viral infection. We are both pest and pesticide. |
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4. | ...Speaking... | 12:51 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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5. | The Lay of Grimnir | 13:06 | Show lyrics |
Geirrod and Agnar set to sea, sons of King Hraudung they were. Their oars kissed the waves above where Jormagund sleeps. They cast off their baited hooks! The clouds gathered above in the heavens, their luck in the catch left them unaware. Caught amidst the storm and far off the shore as the serpent thrashed at the ocean floor. Wave upon wave they held strong, pulled further and further from shore. Brave-hearted,strong sons of the north, they would see land once more. Once more! They awoke dashed against the rocks, weary and bruised from the journey. They gathered themselves searching for shelter, in the distance they saw a column of smoke. They were greeted at the door by a simple farmer and his wife. They were fed and given shelter as they stayed the winter through. The farmer was good and wise, and he cared for Geirrod. His wife grew close with Agnar who began to see her as his mother. There was darkness in Geirrod’s heart, selfishness and hate. As winter drew nigh to an end their fathers kingdom did await. They braved the sea on their journey home, Geirrod’s heart was full of deceit and as he stepped upon the shore he pushed his brother out to the sea. Out to the sea! Their father passed away in their absence, the throne was empty and Geirrod was now king. Odin watched from Asgard and smiled upon his work for he was the farmer and Frigg, the wife, who had cared for them in the cold. Agnar had grown into a man, a giantess he did wed. Odin scoffed at young Agnar saying Geirrod was a better man. Geirrod was a ruthless king and he ruled his people with hate. Frigg contested Odin’s claim and they sought the boys again. They sought the boys again! Frigg sent word into Geirrod’s kingdom, of a powerful sorcerer making his way. Cloaked in rags Odin came, unaware of the fires that await. Odin called himself Grimnir and was seized, placed between 2 fires and bound in chains. 8 nights in the sweltering heat but the God would not be slain. God would not be slain! Geirrod’s had a son 8 winters old, named Agnar for his fathers brother. He freed Grimnir and gave him a full horn to drink as griminess cloak was smoldering. Geirrod sat, sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath. When he heard of Odin he rose to take him from the fire. The sword slipped and fell hilt down and he fell upon the sword. Then Odin vanishedand Agnar was crowned a king forevermore. |
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6. | Archetype | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
We’ve watched the clouds cry hand in hand, an end to all things. An embrace to ride the rising sun, momentary beauty all to brief. Raced the evening stars and all their glory, love’s conviction so transitory. Betrayal! And my cup runneth over, its brim tainted with your deception. My heart pounds rhythms that break my ribs, for a heart of love always forgives but a mind of vengeance never forgets. Pick the scabs from my eyes, the colors so vibrant that I am blind shown beauty that never existed. Angels with no faces! Fuck wings, I’ve got arms to hold you. All of you, and i swear I’ll never dream of flying again. But who stole my optimism, For the thieving hand will be cut. It’s lies long side my heart, I suggest you wear thick gloves. 1000 ghosts for the not yet deceased, next to them are visions of me. Locked away yet I possess the key! I am the master of my own slavery! The truth is so poisonous, it’s hatred disguised. Sometimes the most comfortable bed is made with virulent lies. I would drown you in uncertainty, and choking on your tears. Your grasp transcending the distance, your reflection is the face of what you fear. Reflection is the face of what you fear! |
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7. | Emma’s Song | 06:38 | Show lyrics |
Salts in the fields, harvest iniquity, is this how we show we care, obligation, grief and despair? The roots are poisoned... Dig deep in the earth the bounty you’ve sewn, restricted wings, wedding rings. The roots are poisoned... In their hair there are no braids, slaves who refuse to serve their masters. Your evening obligation is the soil on your face. When I’m burned alive, will you go down in flames? What freedoms are denied you other than your right to breathe? What expectations are placed on you? Conform, discard, dilute! The roots are poisoned... |
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01:07:33 |
It’s Later than You Think
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A. Lundr | Everything |
Wheels Within Wheels | |
W. Crow | All instruments, Vocals |
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1. | Panopticon - ...Speaking... (collapsed version) | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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2. | Panopticon - The Ghosts of Haymarket Square | 07:27 | |
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3. | Wheels Within Wheels - Beginning | 04:44 | |
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4. | Wheels Within Wheels - White Light Rains Down on... | 13:48 | |
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36:39 |
It’s Later than You Think
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Panopticon | |
A. Lundr | Everything |
Wheels Within Wheels | |
W. Crow | All instruments, Vocals |
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1. | Panopticon - ...Speaking... (collapsed version) | 10:40 | Show lyrics |
The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg, plead, and rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order, ecological blasphemy. an insult to our integrity, ingest the horror. The devastation and death! When nature and nurture are self-negating, parasites until there is nothing left. Parasites until there is nothing left! Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of Hell. The suffering and loss! We rape the land for industry, kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost. |
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2. | Panopticon - The Ghosts of Haymarket Square | 07:27 | |
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3. | Wheels Within Wheels - Beginning | 04:44 | |
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4. | Wheels Within Wheels - White Light Rains Down on... | 13:48 | |
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36:39 |
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1. | The Death of Baldr and the Coming War | 15:54 | Show lyrics |
In the darkest cracks of our psyche lies a place where nothing grows. Descendent of the intrinsic fires who’s embers cease to glow. Enveloped in despair of political disrepair while we feast on the scraps from the table of the haves and have mores. There’s nothing there! They dine in celebration, raising their glasses to the coming war. The iron fist of the sentinel smashing our hopes as it comes down, We abandon lofty hopes with our feet planted further in the ground. Who will muster the strength to rise? Who will muster the strength to rise? Arise! As the infantry line the streets scattered with the malnourished bodies of our young, the weeping word "Revolution" aching on our tongues. Take up arms brothers and sisters, now is the time to make the streets ours. As we’ve tried for years to find freedom we call it the struggle, they call it crime. Now is our time! Our time to die for freedom, to be inspired by the ghosts of our past. For red blood to stain black clothes, he pounding drums of the bombs blast! We will gnash our teeth and bathe in our own blood, and we will die laughing while we swim in the flood. Victory may only exist in our minds and in nature’s oaken pantheon. When the lights finally go out the songs of our revolution will play on. The song of our revolution will play on... |
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2. | Aptrgangr | 15:20 | Show lyrics |
The subtle voice whispering the satin temptation of the wind, while our civilization lies in ruin we answer the call of the wilderness. The ominous skies resembling blood-soaked battle fields. In the shelter of the forest, a reprieve from our ordeal. The laughter of the stream, the weeping of the rain. The Thunder God’s hammer coming down as we return to the wild again. The interegnum has ended! Where will we go in this strange land we should have called home? The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its throne. We must learn to live without comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow. |
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3. | Merkstave | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
It is cold on the outskirts of the fire and we shiver in confusion, greedilly huddling for warmth next to the dancing flames. Back to back wallowing in shame! “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again, to make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” Isa, whose been carved in this stone, our fear causes stillness. We are like the glass waters of an undisturbed pond. Petrified in our selfishness, only moving to satiate our own desires and quench our own thirsts. Into the void we all fall, abandoned humanity as we have abandoned law. Away from the bullets and fire, bombs over head. Its easy to escape state oppression but not to escape ourselves To learn to live as one body, away from this capitalist hell. Poison runes, Merkstave, the ink that smears your flesh branded with this human curse to only care for ones self. It takes more than one tree to create the forests canopy. How do we learn to live as one body and yet mantain our individual autonomy? This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands. This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands! When one of us falls in the field I will become your shield, when one of us harvests the grain all of us will eat again. When ever a child is born, a warrior she will become. When one of us ever is slain all of us will feel his pain. |
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4. | Idavoll | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
After the blood has dried on Vigrid and the hordes are laid to rest, Sertr has flung the fire of Muspel but its embers no longer glow. Arise, Earth again, fair and green. Modi and Magni, take up your fathers hammer, meet me in Idavollr where it’s always warm. Come Baldr and Hodr, drink together as Lif and Lifthrasir have emerged from the great ash tree. Odin lives on in his wisdom and Thor in his strength, we raise our horns to the slain. Remember the Gods again! Arise, Gods again, fair and true. Turn your backs to the door that faces north, meet me in Okolnir where its always warm. Men will quarel, rivers will run, flowers will bloom and Nidhogg will feed on the blood of the dead. |
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1. | The Death of Baldr and the Coming War | 15:54 | Show lyrics |
In the darkest cracks of our psyche lies a place where nothing grows. Descendent of the intrinsic fires who’s embers cease to glow. Enveloped in despair of political disrepair while we feast on the scraps from the table of the haves and have mores. There’s nothing there! They dine in celebration, raising their glasses to the coming war. The iron fist of the sentinel smashing our hopes as it comes down, We abandon lofty hopes with our feet planted further in the ground. Who will muster the strength to rise? Who will muster the strength to rise? Arise! As the infantry line the streets scattered with the malnourished bodies of our young, the weeping word "Revolution" aching on our tongues. Take up arms brothers and sisters, now is the time to make the streets ours. As we’ve tried for years to find freedom we call it the struggle, they call it crime. Now is our time! Our time to die for freedom, to be inspired by the ghosts of our past. For red blood to stain black clothes, he pounding drums of the bombs blast! We will gnash our teeth and bathe in our own blood, and we will die laughing while we swim in the flood. Victory may only exist in our minds and in nature’s oaken pantheon. When the lights finally go out the songs of our revolution will play on. The song of our revolution will play on... |
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2. | Aptrgangr | 15:20 | Show lyrics |
The subtle voice whispering the satin temptation of the wind, while our civilization lies in ruin we answer the call of the wilderness. The ominous skies resembling blood-soaked battle fields. In the shelter of the forest, a reprieve from our ordeal. The laughter of the stream, the weeping of the rain. The Thunder God’s hammer coming down as we return to the wild again. The interegnum has ended! Where will we go in this strange land we should have called home? The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its throne. We must learn to live without comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow. |
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3. | Merkstave | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
It is cold on the outskirts of the fire and we shiver in confusion, greedilly huddling for warmth next to the dancing flames. Back to back wallowing in shame! “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again, to make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” Isa, whose been carved in this stone, our fear causes stillness. We are like the glass waters of an undisturbed pond. Petrified in our selfishness, only moving to satiate our own desires and quench our own thirsts. Into the void we all fall, abandoned humanity as we have abandoned law. Away from the bullets and fire, bombs over head. Its easy to escape state oppression but not to escape ourselves To learn to live as one body, away from this capitalist hell. Poison runes, Merkstave, the ink that smears your flesh branded with this human curse to only care for ones self. It takes more than one tree to create the forests canopy. How do we learn to live as one body and yet mantain our individual autonomy? This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands. This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands! When one of us falls in the field I will become your shield, when one of us harvests the grain all of us will eat again. When ever a child is born, a warrior she will become. When one of us ever is slain all of us will feel his pain. |
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4. | Idavoll | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
After the blood has dried on Vigrid and the hordes are laid to rest, Sertr has flung the fire of Muspel but its embers no longer glow. Arise, Earth again, fair and green. Modi and Magni, take up your fathers hammer, meet me in Idavollr where it’s always warm. Come Baldr and Hodr, drink together as Lif and Lifthrasir have emerged from the great ash tree. Odin lives on in his wisdom and Thor in his strength, we raise our horns to the slain. Remember the Gods again! Arise, Gods again, fair and true. Turn your backs to the door that faces north, meet me in Okolnir where its always warm. Men will quarel, rivers will run, flowers will bloom and Nidhogg will feed on the blood of the dead. |
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5. | Beginning of the End (Amebix cover) | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
What will you do when your properties gone? When the finger on the triggers your one and only son? When the money in your pocket cannot buy even bread? The city has crumbled, the people have been bled Looks like the beginning of the end The machine has grown to crush the world, the walls are getting higher. The youth will be the first to throw themselves upon the pyre. The reason for living seems so fruitless in the aftermath when we’ve finally walked to the end of the path. The time is near at hand, a fact you must accept. Time stands still for no man not even for the rich. So sorry we’re so humourless, it’s just the way we are. You laugh but I don’t get the joke, we walk but don’t get far. Maybe there is hope in the dawning of the day. When no rules define survival, when the earth starts to decay. It’s you who face the holocaust. It’s you who cast the vote. The sad part of your future is it lacks an antidote. |
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1. | The Death of Baldr and the Coming War | 15:54 | Show lyrics |
In the darkest cracks of our psyche lies a place where nothing grows. Descendent of the intrinsic fires who’s embers cease to glow. Enveloped in despair of political disrepair while we feast on the scraps from the table of the haves and have mores. There’s nothing there! They dine in celebration, raising their glasses to the coming war. The iron fist of the sentinel smashing our hopes as it comes down, We abandon lofty hopes with our feet planted further in the ground. Who will muster the strength to rise? Who will muster the strength to rise? Arise! As the infantry line the streets scattered with the malnourished bodies of our young, the weeping word "Revolution" aching on our tongues. Take up arms brothers and sisters, now is the time to make the streets ours. As we’ve tried for years to find freedom we call it the struggle, they call it crime. Now is our time! Our time to die for freedom, to be inspired by the ghosts of our past. For red blood to stain black clothes, he pounding drums of the bombs blast! We will gnash our teeth and bathe in our own blood, and we will die laughing while we swim in the flood. Victory may only exist in our minds and in nature’s oaken pantheon. When the lights finally go out the songs of our revolution will play on. The song of our revolution will play on... |
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2. | Aptrgangr | 15:20 | Show lyrics |
The subtle voice whispering the satin temptation of the wind, while our civilization lies in ruin we answer the call of the wilderness. The ominous skies resembling blood-soaked battle fields. In the shelter of the forest, a reprieve from our ordeal. The laughter of the stream, the weeping of the rain. The Thunder God’s hammer coming down as we return to the wild again. The interegnum has ended! Where will we go in this strange land we should have called home? The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its throne. We must learn to live without comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow. |
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1. | Merkstave | 10:07 | Show lyrics |
It is cold on the outskirts of the fire and we shiver in confusion, greedilly huddling for warmth next to the dancing flames. Back to back wallowing in shame! “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again, to make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” Isa, whose been carved in this stone, our fear causes stillness. We are like the glass waters of an undisturbed pond. Petrified in our selfishness, only moving to satiate our own desires and quench our own thirsts. Into the void we all fall, abandoned humanity as we have abandoned law. Away from the bullets and fire, bombs over head. Its easy to escape state oppression but not to escape ourselves To learn to live as one body, away from this capitalist hell. Poison runes, Merkstave, the ink that smears your flesh branded with this human curse to only care for ones self. It takes more than one tree to create the forests canopy. How do we learn to live as one body and yet mantain our individual autonomy? This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands. This war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is our own hands! When one of us falls in the field I will become your shield, when one of us harvests the grain all of us will eat again. When ever a child is born, a warrior she will become. When one of us ever is slain all of us will feel his pain. |
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2. | Idavoll | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
After the blood has dried on Vigrid and the hordes are laid to rest, Sertr has flung the fire of Muspel but its embers no longer glow. Arise, Earth again, fair and green. Modi and Magni, take up your fathers hammer, meet me in Idavollr where it’s always warm. Come Baldr and Hodr, drink together as Lif and Lifthrasir have emerged from the great ash tree. Odin lives on in his wisdom and Thor in his strength, we raise our horns to the slain. Remember the Gods again! Arise, Gods again, fair and true. Turn your backs to the door that faces north, meet me in Okolnir where its always warm. Men will quarel, rivers will run, flowers will bloom and Nidhogg will feed on the blood of the dead. |
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3. | The Beginning of the End (Amebix cover) | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
What will you do when your properties gone? When the finger on the triggers your one and only son? When the money in your pocket cannot buy even bread? The city has crumbled, the people have been bled Looks like the beginning of the end The machine has grown to crush the world, the walls are getting higher. The youth will be the first to throw themselves upon the pyre. The reason for living seems so fruitless in the aftermath when we’ve finally walked to the end of the path. The time is near at hand, a fact you must accept. Time stands still for no man not even for the rich. So sorry we’re so humourless, it’s just the way we are. You laugh but I don’t get the joke, we walk but don’t get far. Maybe there is hope in the dawning of the day. When no rules define survival, when the earth starts to decay. It’s you who face the holocaust. It’s you who cast the vote. The sad part of your future is it lacks an antidote. |
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21:49 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
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A. Lunn | Everything |
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J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
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1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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6. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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50:05 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
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A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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6. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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50:05 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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Side B | |||
2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
25:37 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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2. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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24:28 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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Side B | |||
2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
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25:37 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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2. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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24:28 |
...on the Subject of Mortality
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
J. Hannert | Vocals, Lyrics (track 6) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands, the voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome. The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought, they fall into dust while questions arise in perpetual wanderlust. Of unanswered questions and empty gestures, mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut. This living in fear, fear of freedom Fear of letting go, letting go of things. Letting go of things! The novice angel’s somber strings, fear of letting go, letting go of things. Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so overfilled with the beauty of this world. This divisive, cunning method of control! Ignorance, oblivion, ungratefulness and greed. Choirs of angels singing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings. There is no God, there is no God, there is no God in buildings... "The unwise man thinks that he ay will live if from fighting he flees, but the ails and aches of old age dog him though spears have spared him. Hail the victorious Death!" Death is my final gift, the leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition. And the oak will feed its soul from itself again, and the world thrives, relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. Relish the wilderness! There are no forests in your Heaven, there are no forests in your Heaven. There are no forests in your Heavenb because Heaven is within. Heaven is within! |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing, I’m not sure my heart will keep beating. All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see. I’m not here to see the end! What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves, when all that’s left of me is a shell and the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? Will I die tonight, Will I die tonight, will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep, will you remember me, will you remember me? "The unwise man waketh all night, thinking of this and that, tosses, sleepless, and is tired at morn: nor lighter for that is load." I exist in fear so in a way I am not alive. This foe I cannot conquer, it is my own demise. I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. I want to be alive! I am terrified and I don’t want to die. This world is so beautiful, I want to be alive. |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be enslaved, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. To be free! The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray but to be your slaves, we cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see, we are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. Gold trimmed pages! One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies... |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies, they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar. We still search for answers, we must search no more! Disregard dogma, we’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again. Drink from the streams again! Divinity in the forest drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow, the Gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye. I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw God in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the Gods, I see God... |
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6. | Watching You | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
For Holly and Ed, we love and miss you so much! - Jack and Austin This loss of all innocence, the hands that guard us often wither and leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves, away from our fathers and mothers who once sheltered us from the terror of the world. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us. The grim reminder of all we have lost, of our fallen kin, the innocence lost. So we turn within, grown into adults and longing to be children again just to hear your voice once more. Just to hear your voice once more... We saw the hands of the Gods that day, in quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work lives on in me, your heart live on in me. The current ran against our feet, another loss to nourish, the river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days, the soil that embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again, the cycle spins on! Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down, we walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. Our lives, all of our lives. |
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50:05 |
Social Disservices
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lundr | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Resident | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:09 |
Social Disservices
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lundr | Lyrics, Vocals, Songwriting, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Resident | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:09 |
Social Disservices
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lundr | Lyrics, Vocals, Songwriting, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Resident | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Client | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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30:02 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Single-sided | |||
1. | Patient | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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20:07 |
Social Disservices
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lundr | Lyrics, Vocals, Songwriting, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | resident. | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | client. | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | subject. | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | patient. | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:09 |
Social Disservices
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lundr | Vocals, Lyrics, Guitars, Songwriting, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Gourd flute, Mandolin, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Jack Hannert | Samples (insects) |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording, Mixing |
A.P. "The Beard" Lunn | Mixing |
Bryan G. | Recording |
Johnny Hubbard | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Resident | 11:24 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:12 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:26 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:07 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:09 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
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2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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27:46 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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2. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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3. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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23:43 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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5. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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6. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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7. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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8. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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51:29 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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5. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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6. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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7. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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8. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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51:29 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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27:46 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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2. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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3. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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23:43 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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5. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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6. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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7. | Black Waters | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home where the wild dear the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing water fall the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there are scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction every hand. Black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. Then the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voice of the small bird will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn. In the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine my employer just requires a way to his mine. Then they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands while the poisoned black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction every hand. Black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home I own my own land but my land’s not my own but if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out and sit on the banks with my bait and my can and watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters black waters no more in my land. |
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8. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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51:29 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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27:46 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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2. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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3. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
23:43 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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Side B | |||
3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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27:46 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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2. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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3. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
23:43 |
Kentucky
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars (electric, acoustic, resonator), Bass (electric, acoustic), Drums, Tin whistle, Banjo, Lyrics (tracks A2, B2, C2), Songwriting (tracks A2, B2, C2), Arrangements (tracks B1, C1) |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Bernheim Forest in Spring | 02:54 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Bodies Under the Falls | 10:28 | Show lyrics |
As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here. Forgotten. A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls. The water passes over stone, falling so far below. Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam. Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains, treading beneath looming cliff. The cool, still air permeating your skin. The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome. The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen. THE FOREST IS HAUNTED. Softly whispering in the dead air… The blood stained stones in the deep… Morosely contrasting against appalachian green… Flows into the river, whisked away…vengeance was claimed on that day. Bullets for every pale face. The price owed could never be paid. Sorrow fills the air where tribal souls sleep beneath the cliffs where Ywahoo Falls forever weeps... |
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3. | Come All Ye Coal Miners | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I’ll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I’ll tell I’m a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread. And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay. Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay. Coal miner, won’t you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me. They take your very life’s blood, they take our children’s lives. They take fathers away from children, and husbands away from wives. Oh miner, won’t you organize wherever you may be and make this land of freedom for workers like you and me. Dear miner, they will slave you till you can’t work no more. And what’ll you get for your living but a dollar in the company store? A rundown shack to live in, snow and rain pours in the top. You have to pay the company rent, your payin’ never stops. I am a coal miner’s son. I’m sure I wish you well. Let’s sink this capitalist system in the darkest pits of hell. |
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4. | Black Soot and Red Blood | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow. For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow. Living and dying union men. Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don’t back down. Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep. Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union. Scarlet red around your neck. Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan. The years go on and the mountains crumble. The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land. From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all... |
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5. | Which Side Are You On? | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Come all of you poor workers, good news to you I’ll tell. Of how that good old union has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? We are starting our good battle we know we’re sure to win because we got the gun thugs looking pretty thin. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. You’ll either be a union man, or a thug for J.H. Blair. Oh, workers can you stand it? Oh, tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? (oh death, oh death, please spare me over for another year) My daddy was a miner he’s now in the air and sun he’ll be with you fellow workers till every battle’s won. |
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6. | Killing the Giants as They Sleep | 12:25 | Show lyrics |
We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you destroy. Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like thieves in the night mined for coal. Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret poisons into its belly… You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void first burst with sound. Pulsing with life, you don’t see its shimmering green. You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black waters in the stream… Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-grinding gears halt serenity. |
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7. | Black Waters (Jean Ritchie cover) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home, where the wild deer, the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue. in the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voices of the small birds will sound there no more. And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son. In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine, my employer just requires a way to his mine. And they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down. In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands and the poisonous black waters rise over my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters run down through my land. Well I ain’t got no money, not much of a home, I own my own land but my land’s not my own. But if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry County and run ’em all out. Sit on the banks with my bait and my can and just watch the clear waters run down through my land. Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land. Sad scenes of destruction on every hand, black waters, black waters no more in my land. |
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8. | Kentucky | 03:21 | instrumental |
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51:29 |
Vestiges / Panopticon
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Colin Marston | Reamping, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Vestiges - VII | 05:25 | |
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2. | Vestiges - VIII | 13:06 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Panopticon - A Letter | 09:18 | |
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4. | Panopticon - The Eulogy | 06:05 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Collapse & Die (Suicide Nation cover) | 03:50 | |
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37:44 |
Vestiges / Panopticon
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Colin Marston | Reamping, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Panopticon - A Letter | 09:18 | |
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2. | Panopticon - The Eulogy | 06:05 | |
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3. | Panopticon - Collapse & Die (Suicide Nation cover) | 03:50 | |
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19:13 |
Brotherhood
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Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Falls of Rauros - Unavailing | 11:53 | Show lyrics |
We have thrived in places not fit for life nor the living We will carry on bringing our curse where we wish the death of significance Worship oversight Fabricate answers to volatile questions Shelter your gains and show to them reverence This is the world we preserve This is how we would have it I can not find any beauty in our sightless ambitions I am through with forgiveness for our unseeing I will not feel any sorrow by the crumbling of towers raised from the earth in arrogance Cleaving the welkin Piercing the heavens When we’ve choked our convictions and we’ve acknowledged with certainty that vacant and quickening darkness living in all human hearts When at last it’s unbearable and no contrivance can remedy on that day you’ll have to shed your old skin take what you need and depart I will leave this place I will leave this harrowing place for another I will not be returning Alone now in the purity of isolation my breath a thin smoke on the air Flickering shadows dance across my few belongings May your only truths betray you May your fires die |
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2. | Falls of Rauros - The Purity of Isolation | 06:45 | Show lyrics |
O light of day descending flames though night shall fall the stars will grace us And their gleaming will illuminate the path whichever we should take A broken people can’t mend their wounds alone Brilliant and sustaining bathe us in your glow For this soil gives more than we shall ever give We have chosen not to And these roots know more than we shall ever know We have chosen not to And the wind shall sweep away the falsehoods of our histories |
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Side B | |||
3. | Panopticon - Through Mountains I Wander This Evening | 04:33 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Can You Loan Me a Raven? | 07:29 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Gods of Flame | 04:26 | |
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6. | Panopticon - One Cold Night | 07:56 | |
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43:02 |
Brotherhood
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Falls of Rauros - Unavailing | 11:53 | Show lyrics |
We have thrived in places not fit for life nor the living We will carry on bringing our curse where we wish the death of significance Worship oversight Fabricate answers to volatile questions Shelter your gains and show to them reverence This is the world we preserve This is how we would have it I can not find any beauty in our sightless ambitions I am through with forgiveness for our unseeing I will not feel any sorrow by the crumbling of towers raised from the earth in arrogance Cleaving the welkin Piercing the heavens When we’ve choked our convictions and we’ve acknowledged with certainty that vacant and quickening darkness living in all human hearts When at last it’s unbearable and no contrivance can remedy on that day you’ll have to shed your old skin take what you need and depart I will leave this place I will leave this harrowing place for another I will not be returning Alone now in the purity of isolation my breath a thin smoke on the air Flickering shadows dance across my few belongings May your only truths betray you May your fires die |
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2. | Falls of Rauros - The Purity of Isolation | 06:45 | Show lyrics |
O light of day descending flames though night shall fall the stars will grace us And their gleaming will illuminate the path whichever we should take A broken people can’t mend their wounds alone Brilliant and sustaining bathe us in your glow For this soil gives more than we shall ever give We have chosen not to And these roots know more than we shall ever know We have chosen not to And the wind shall sweep away the falsehoods of our histories |
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Side B | |||
3. | Panopticon - Through Mountains I Wander This Evening | 04:33 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Can You Loan Me a Raven? | 07:29 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Gods of Flame | 04:26 | |
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6. | Panopticon - One Cold Night | 07:56 | |
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43:02 |
Brotherhood
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Falls of Rauros - Unavailing | 11:53 | Show lyrics |
We have thrived in places not fit for life nor the living We will carry on bringing our curse where we wish the death of significance Worship oversight Fabricate answers to volatile questions Shelter your gains and show to them reverence This is the world we preserve This is how we would have it I can not find any beauty in our sightless ambitions I am through with forgiveness for our unseeing I will not feel any sorrow by the crumbling of towers raised from the earth in arrogance Cleaving the welkin Piercing the heavens When we’ve choked our convictions and we’ve acknowledged with certainty that vacant and quickening darkness living in all human hearts When at last it’s unbearable and no contrivance can remedy on that day you’ll have to shed your old skin take what you need and depart I will leave this place I will leave this harrowing place for another I will not be returning Alone now in the purity of isolation my breath a thin smoke on the air Flickering shadows dance across my few belongings May your only truths betray you May your fires die |
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2. | Falls of Rauros - The Purity of Isolation | 06:45 | Show lyrics |
O light of day descending flames though night shall fall the stars will grace us And their gleaming will illuminate the path whichever we should take A broken people can’t mend their wounds alone Brilliant and sustaining bathe us in your glow For this soil gives more than we shall ever give We have chosen not to And these roots know more than we shall ever know We have chosen not to And the wind shall sweep away the falsehoods of our histories |
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3. | Panopticon - Through Mountains I Wander This Evening | 04:33 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Can You Loan Me a Raven? | 07:29 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Gods of Flame | 04:26 | |
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6. | Panopticon - One Cold Night | 07:56 | |
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43:02 |
Brotherhood
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Panopticon - Through Mountains I Wander This Evening | 04:33 | |
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2. | Panopticon - Can You Loan Me a Raven? | 07:29 | |
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3. | Panopticon - Gods of Flame | 04:26 | |
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4. | Panopticon - One Cold Night | 07:56 | |
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24:24 |
Roads to the North
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Drums, Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Flute, Banjo, Mandolin, Resonator guitar, Dobro, Keyboards, Samples, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Winterherz | Vocals (track 7) |
Tanner Anderson | Vocals (backing) (track 8) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (additional) (track 4) |
Dave Condon | Vocals (track 8) |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Orchestral arrangements, Percussion |
John Becker | Violin, Moog, Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Artwork |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tanner Anderson | Photography |
Colin Marston | Engineering, Producer, Mixing, Mastering |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Echoes of a Dissonant Evensong | 09:35 | |
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2. | Where Mountains Pierce the Sky | 12:42 | |
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3. | The Long Road (Part 1: One Last Fire...) | 05:56 | instrumental |
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4. | The Long Road (Part 2: Capricious Miles) | 07:53 | |
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5. | The Long Road (Part 3: The Sigh of Summer) | 09:39 | |
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6. | Norwegian Nights | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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7. | ...in Silence | 09:45 | |
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8. | Chase the Grain | 12:14 | |
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01:11:03 |
Roads to the North
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Drums, Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Flute, Banjo, Mandolin, Resonator guitar, Dobro, Keyboards, Samples, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Winterherz | Vocals (track 7) |
Tanner Anderson | Vocals (backing) (track 8) |
Dave Condon | Vocals (track 8) |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Orchestral arrangements, Percussion |
Ben Smith | Vocals (additional) (track 4) |
John Becker | Violin, Moog, Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Artwork |
Colin Marston | Engineering, Producer, Mixing, Mastering |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tanner Anderson | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Echoes of a Dissonant Evensong | 09:35 | |
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2. | Where Mountains Pierce the Sky | 12:42 | |
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3. | The Long Road (Part 1: One Last Fire) | 05:56 | instrumental |
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4. | The Long Road (Part 2: Capricious Miles) | 07:53 | |
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5. | The Long Road (Part 3: The Sigh of Summer) | 09:39 | |
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6. | Norwegian Nights | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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7. | In Silence | 09:45 | |
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8. | Chase the Grain | 12:14 | |
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01:11:03 |
Roads to the North
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Drums, Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Flute, Banjo, Mandolin, Resonator guitar, Dobro, Keyboards, Samples, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Winterherz | Vocals (track 7) |
Tanner Anderson | Vocals (backing) (track 8) |
Dave Condon | Vocals (track 8) |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Orchestral arrangements, Percussion |
Ben Smith | Vocals (additional) (track 4) |
John Becker | Violin, Moog, Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Artwork |
Colin Marston | Engineering, Producer, Mixing, Mastering |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tanner Anderson | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Echoes of a Dissonant Evensong | 09:35 | |
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2. | Where Mountains Pierce the Sky | 12:42 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Long Road (Part 1: One Last Fire...) | 05:56 | instrumental |
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4. | The Long Road (Part 2: Capricious Miles) | 07:53 | |
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36:06 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Long Road (Part 3: The Sigh of Summer) | 09:39 | |
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2. | Norwegian Nights | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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Side B | |||
3. | ...in Silence | 09:45 | |
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4. | Chase the Grain | 12:14 | |
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34:57 |
Roads to the North
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Drums, Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Flute, Banjo, Mandolin, Resonator guitar, Dobro, Keyboards, Samples, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Winterherz | Vocals (track 7) |
Tanner Anderson | Vocals (backing) (track 8) |
Dave Condon | Vocals (track 8) |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Orchestral arrangements, Percussion |
Ben Smith | Vocals (additional) (track 4) |
John Becker | Violin, Moog, Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording, Artwork |
Colin Marston | Engineering, Producer, Mixing, Mastering |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tanner Anderson | Photography |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Echoes of a Dissonant Evensong | 09:35 | |
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2. | Where Mountains Pierce the Sky | 12:42 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Long Road (Part 1: One Last Fire...) | 05:56 | instrumental |
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4. | The Long Road (Part 2: Capricious Miles) | 07:53 | |
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36:06 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Long Road (Part 3: The Sigh of Summer) | 09:39 | |
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2. | Norwegian Nights | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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Side B | |||
3. | ...in Silence | 09:45 | |
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4. | Chase the Grain | 12:14 | |
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34:57 |
Autumn Eternal
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Arrangements |
John Becker | Violin (tracks 1, 5) |
Petri Eskelinen | Vocals (track 7) |
Nostarion | Cello (track 5) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Producer, Re-amping, Mixing, Mastering |
Austin Lunn | Recording, Cover art, Art direction, Layout, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Henri Sorvali | Recording (Petri Eskelinen’s vocals) |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Tamarack’s Gold Returns | 04:33 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 06:21 | |
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3. | Autumn Eternal | 07:05 | |
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4. | Oaks Ablaze | 08:38 | |
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5. | Sleep to the Sound of the Waves Crashing | 08:41 | |
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6. | Pale Ghosts | 08:14 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 11:01 | |
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8. | The Winds Farewell | 07:08 | |
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01:01:41 |
Autumn Eternal
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Arrangements |
Nostarion | Cello (track 5) |
John Becker | Violin (tracks 1, 5) |
Petri Eskelinen | Vocals (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Colin Marston | Mastering, Producer, Re-amping, Mixing |
Austin Lunn | Recording, Cover art, Art direction, Layout, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Henri Sorvali | Recording (Petri Eskelinen’s vocals) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Tamarack’s Gold Returns | 04:33 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 06:21 | |
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3. | Autumn Eternal | 07:05 | |
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4. | Oaks Ablaze | 08:38 | |
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5. | Sleep to the Sound of the Waves Crashing | 08:41 | |
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6. | Pale Ghosts | 08:14 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 11:01 | |
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8. | The Winds Farewell | 07:08 | |
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01:01:41 |
Autumn Eternal
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Arrangements |
Nostarion | Cello (track 5) |
John Becker | Violin (tracks 1, 5) |
Petri Eskelinen | Vocals (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering, Producer, Re-amping, Mixing |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Austin Lunn | Recording, Cover art, Art direction, Layout, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Henri Sorvali | Recording (Petri Eskelinen’s vocals) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Tamarack’s Gold Returns | 04:33 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 06:21 | |
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3. | Autumn Eternal | 07:05 | |
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4. | Oaks Ablaze | 08:38 | |
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5. | Sleep to the Sound of the Waves Crashing | 08:41 | |
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6. | Pale Ghosts | 08:14 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 11:01 | |
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8. | The Winds Farewell | 07:08 | |
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01:01:41 |
Autumn Eternal
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
Colin Marston | Keyboards (additional), Arrangements |
Nostarion | Cello (track 5) |
John Becker | Violin (tracks 1, 5) |
Petri Eskelinen | Vocals (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering, Producer, Re-amping, Mixing |
Spenser Morris | Recording (drums) |
Austin Lunn | Recording, Cover art, Art direction, Layout, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Henri Sorvali | Recording (Petri Eskelinen’s vocals) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
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1. | Tamarack’s Gold Returns | 04:33 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 06:21 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Autumn Eternal | 07:05 | |
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4. | Oaks Ablaze | 08:38 | |
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26:37 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Sleep to the Sound of the Waves Crashing | 08:41 | |
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2. | Pale Ghosts | 08:14 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | A Superior Lament | 11:01 | |
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4. | The Winds Farewell | 07:08 | |
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35:04 |
Panopticon / Waldgeflüster
Members | |
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Waldgeflüster - Der Traumschänder | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
Wenn die einst vor Leben strotzenden grünen Blätter Sich verwandeln in goldene Zeugen der Vergänglichkeit Wenn die einst anmutig strahlenden Bäume Sich entkleiden, und alles nach dem Ende schreit Ihr leichtes Sommergewand tauschten sie schon lang Zugunsten der bittersüßen Schwere des Herbstes Und nun stehen sie verkrüppelt, knorrig und nackt Ihr Ächzen nur ein Rufen nach vergangenen Tagen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder Irgendwann einmal hatten sie geträumt Und sie schrien die Träume hinaus in die Nacht Sie warteten auf einen goldenen Morgen Der die lang ersehnte Erfüllung bringen sollte Und die Wälder harrten aus Ihre Wurzeln konnten sie nicht in den Morgen tragen Ihre Schreie wurden zu einem heißeren Flüstern Bis ihr Verlangen zu einem Rascheln wurde Jetzt legen sie ihre Blätter ab Betten sie gleich ihrer Träume zur Ruh Und so warten die Hoffnungen in ihrem moos’gen Grab Auf ein Morgen das nie kam Die Wälder warteten zu lang Und sahen das Abendgrauen nicht Und jetzt, wo ein eis‘ger Winter naht Ist es nichts mehr wert zu hoffen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder „Wie alt musste ich werden um jung zu sein? Warum habe ich immer auf ein Morgen gewartet? Das Leben hat mich eingeholt Doch was könnte es schon verbrennen, außer den Gräbern, die einst meine Träume waren?“ The dreamdesecrator When the once with life crawling leaves Transform into golden witnesses of transience When the once graceful radiating trees Disrobe, and everything screams for the end They changed their airy summer-raiment long ago In favor of the bittersweet weight of autumn And now they stand crippled, gnarled and naked Their groaning is only a calling for passed days Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator Once they had dreamed And they screamed their dreams out into the night They waited for a golden morning Which should bring long desired fulfilment And the woods persevered Their roots couldn’t carry them into the morning Their screams became a harsh whisper Until their desires were nothing but a breeze Now they lay down their leaves lay them to rest like their dreams and so the hopes wait in their mossy grave for a morning that never came the woods waited too long and didn’t see dusk coming and now as an icy winter approaches Nothing is worth hoping for anymore Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator ““How old had I to become to be young Why did I always wait for a tomorrow? Life caught up with me but what could it burn except the graves that once were my dreams?” |
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2. | Waldgeflüster - Norwegian Nights (Panopticon cover) | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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3. | Panopticon - Håkan’s Song | 12:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Trauerweide II (Waldgeflüster cover) | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg Eine Trauerweide stand einsam Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen Über all die Jahre weinte Eine Trauerweide stand einsam In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam. English: Crimson gold pours on barren land. Aged roots, rotten leaves. A wayfarer called from afar, searched in vain for a path with less fate. A weeping willow stood alone as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning. And as summer had to yield to cold nights and the wayfarer still searched in vain, he lay down to its bare roots while a gray sky shed warm tears over all these years. A weeping willow stood alone in the evening hours as the autumn rain came. |
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33:10 |
Panopticon / Waldgeflüster
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Panopticon - Håkan’s Song | 12:35 | |
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2. | Panopticon - Trauerweide II (Waldgeflüster cover) | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg Eine Trauerweide stand einsam Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen Über all die Jahre weinte Eine Trauerweide stand einsam In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam. English: Crimson gold pours on barren land. Aged roots, rotten leaves. A wayfarer called from afar, searched in vain for a path with less fate. A weeping willow stood alone as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning. And as summer had to yield to cold nights and the wayfarer still searched in vain, he lay down to its bare roots while a gray sky shed warm tears over all these years. A weeping willow stood alone in the evening hours as the autumn rain came. |
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17:26 |
Panopticon / Waldgeflüster
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Waldgeflüster - Der Traumschänder | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
Wenn die einst vor Leben strotzenden grünen Blätter Sich verwandeln in goldene Zeugen der Vergänglichkeit Wenn die einst anmutig strahlenden Bäume Sich entkleiden, und alles nach dem Ende schreit Ihr leichtes Sommergewand tauschten sie schon lang Zugunsten der bittersüßen Schwere des Herbstes Und nun stehen sie verkrüppelt, knorrig und nackt Ihr Ächzen nur ein Rufen nach vergangenen Tagen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder Irgendwann einmal hatten sie geträumt Und sie schrien die Träume hinaus in die Nacht Sie warteten auf einen goldenen Morgen Der die lang ersehnte Erfüllung bringen sollte Und die Wälder harrten aus Ihre Wurzeln konnten sie nicht in den Morgen tragen Ihre Schreie wurden zu einem heißeren Flüstern Bis ihr Verlangen zu einem Rascheln wurde Jetzt legen sie ihre Blätter ab Betten sie gleich ihrer Träume zur Ruh Und so warten die Hoffnungen in ihrem moos’gen Grab Auf ein Morgen das nie kam Die Wälder warteten zu lang Und sahen das Abendgrauen nicht Und jetzt, wo ein eis‘ger Winter naht Ist es nichts mehr wert zu hoffen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder „Wie alt musste ich werden um jung zu sein? Warum habe ich immer auf ein Morgen gewartet? Das Leben hat mich eingeholt Doch was könnte es schon verbrennen, außer den Gräbern, die einst meine Träume waren?“ The dreamdesecrator When the once with life crawling leaves Transform into golden witnesses of transience When the once graceful radiating trees Disrobe, and everything screams for the end They changed their airy summer-raiment long ago In favor of the bittersweet weight of autumn And now they stand crippled, gnarled and naked Their groaning is only a calling for passed days Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator Once they had dreamed And they screamed their dreams out into the night They waited for a golden morning Which should bring long desired fulfilment And the woods persevered Their roots couldn’t carry them into the morning Their screams became a harsh whisper Until their desires were nothing but a breeze Now they lay down their leaves lay them to rest like their dreams and so the hopes wait in their mossy grave for a morning that never came the woods waited too long and didn’t see dusk coming and now as an icy winter approaches Nothing is worth hoping for anymore Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator ““How old had I to become to be young Why did I always wait for a tomorrow? Life caught up with me but what could it burn except the graves that once were my dreams?” |
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2. | Waldgeflüster - Norwegian Nights (Panopticon cover) | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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3. | Panopticon - Håkan’s Song | 12:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Trauerweide II (Waldgeflüster cover) | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg Eine Trauerweide stand einsam Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen Über all die Jahre weinte Eine Trauerweide stand einsam In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam. English: Crimson gold pours on barren land. Aged roots, rotten leaves. A wayfarer called from afar, searched in vain for a path with less fate. A weeping willow stood alone as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning. And as summer had to yield to cold nights and the wayfarer still searched in vain, he lay down to its bare roots while a gray sky shed warm tears over all these years. A weeping willow stood alone in the evening hours as the autumn rain came. |
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33:10 |
Panopticon / Waldgeflüster
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Guest/Session | |
John Becker | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Waldgeflüster - Der Traumschänder | 12:20 | Show lyrics |
Wenn die einst vor Leben strotzenden grünen Blätter Sich verwandeln in goldene Zeugen der Vergänglichkeit Wenn die einst anmutig strahlenden Bäume Sich entkleiden, und alles nach dem Ende schreit Ihr leichtes Sommergewand tauschten sie schon lang Zugunsten der bittersüßen Schwere des Herbstes Und nun stehen sie verkrüppelt, knorrig und nackt Ihr Ächzen nur ein Rufen nach vergangenen Tagen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder Irgendwann einmal hatten sie geträumt Und sie schrien die Träume hinaus in die Nacht Sie warteten auf einen goldenen Morgen Der die lang ersehnte Erfüllung bringen sollte Und die Wälder harrten aus Ihre Wurzeln konnten sie nicht in den Morgen tragen Ihre Schreie wurden zu einem heißeren Flüstern Bis ihr Verlangen zu einem Rascheln wurde Jetzt legen sie ihre Blätter ab Betten sie gleich ihrer Träume zur Ruh Und so warten die Hoffnungen in ihrem moos’gen Grab Auf ein Morgen das nie kam Die Wälder warteten zu lang Und sahen das Abendgrauen nicht Und jetzt, wo ein eis‘ger Winter naht Ist es nichts mehr wert zu hoffen Tragt die Fackeln hinunter zu den Gräbern Brennt sie nieder, die alten Gedanken-Fänger Ich bin der Schicksalsweber Ich bin der Traumschänder „Wie alt musste ich werden um jung zu sein? Warum habe ich immer auf ein Morgen gewartet? Das Leben hat mich eingeholt Doch was könnte es schon verbrennen, außer den Gräbern, die einst meine Träume waren?“ The dreamdesecrator When the once with life crawling leaves Transform into golden witnesses of transience When the once graceful radiating trees Disrobe, and everything screams for the end They changed their airy summer-raiment long ago In favor of the bittersweet weight of autumn And now they stand crippled, gnarled and naked Their groaning is only a calling for passed days Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator Once they had dreamed And they screamed their dreams out into the night They waited for a golden morning Which should bring long desired fulfilment And the woods persevered Their roots couldn’t carry them into the morning Their screams became a harsh whisper Until their desires were nothing but a breeze Now they lay down their leaves lay them to rest like their dreams and so the hopes wait in their mossy grave for a morning that never came the woods waited too long and didn’t see dusk coming and now as an icy winter approaches Nothing is worth hoping for anymore Take the torches down to the graves Burn them down, the old thought-catchers I am the fateweaver I am the dreamdesecrator ““How old had I to become to be young Why did I always wait for a tomorrow? Life caught up with me but what could it burn except the graves that once were my dreams?” |
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2. | Waldgeflüster - Norwegian Nights (Panopticon cover) | 03:24 | Show lyrics |
Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I’m called I’ll go. Such still quiet, then the whistle echoes. My fragile sleep torn from me, as many other things will be. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Panopticon - Håkan’s Song | 12:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - Trauerweide II (Waldgeflüster cover) | 04:51 | Show lyrics |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg Eine Trauerweide stand einsam Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen Über all die Jahre weinte Eine Trauerweide stand einsam In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam. English: Crimson gold pours on barren land. Aged roots, rotten leaves. A wayfarer called from afar, searched in vain for a path with less fate. A weeping willow stood alone as a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning. And as summer had to yield to cold nights and the wayfarer still searched in vain, he lay down to its bare roots while a gray sky shed warm tears over all these years. A weeping willow stood alone in the evening hours as the autumn rain came. |
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33:10 |
Revisions of the Past
Members | |
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Nate Burns | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 - ...on the Subject of Mortality | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel’s somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing I’m not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that’s left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don’t want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies. |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earh, to drink from the streams again. Divinity in the forest. Drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow. The gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye. I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth. I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the gods! I see god. |
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6. | Watching You | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
(co written with Jack Hannert) This loss of all innocence. The hands that guard us often wither. Leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves. Away from our fathers and mothers, who once sheltered us from the terror of the wolrd. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss, whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us... The grim reminder of all we have lost. ..of our fallen kin. The innocence lost so we turn within. Grown into adults Longing to be children again Just to hear your voice once more... (AL) We saw the hands of the gods that day. In quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work livecs on in me. Your heart live on in me. (JH) The current ran against our feet. Another loss to nourish. The river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days. The soil who embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again. The cycle spins on. Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down. We walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. (AL/JH) (..For Holly and Ed. We Love and miss you so much. -Jack and Austin.) |
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50:06 | |||
Disc 2 - Social Disservices | |||
1. | Resident | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:10 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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50:04 |
Revisions of the Past
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Nate Burns | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel’s somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing I’m not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that’s left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don’t want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | instrumental |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies. |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earh, to drink from the streams again. Divinity in the forest. Drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow. The gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye. I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth. I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the gods! I see god. |
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6. | Watching You | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
(co written with Jack Hannert) This loss of all innocence. The hands that guard us often wither. Leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves. Away from our fathers and mothers, who once sheltered us from the terror of the wolrd. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss, whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us... The grim reminder of all we have lost. ..of our fallen kin. The innocence lost so we turn within. Grown into adults Longing to be children again Just to hear your voice once more... (AL) We saw the hands of the gods that day. In quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work livecs on in me. Your heart live on in me. (JH) The current ran against our feet. Another loss to nourish. The river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days. The soil who embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again. The cycle spins on. Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down. We walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. (AL/JH) (..For Holly and Ed. We Love and miss you so much. -Jack and Austin.) |
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7. | Resident | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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8. | Client | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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9. | Subject | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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10. | Patient | 20:10 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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01:40:10 |
Revisions of the Past
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Nate Burns | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death | 11:34 | Show lyrics |
Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel’s somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who’s overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within |
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2. | Living Eulogy | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
There’s so much pressure to just keep breathing I’m not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I’m not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that’s left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don’t want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... |
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3. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 06:30 | |
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4. | A Message to the Missionary | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can’t stand. You’ve locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages. One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it’s the only credibility your willing to lend: Lies to support lies. |
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5. | ...Seeing... | 08:08 | Show lyrics |
We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We’ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earh, to drink from the streams again. Divinity in the forest. Drenching the night sky. Present in all things that grow. The gods as an archetype. I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye. I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice. I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth. I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst! I see the gods! I see god. |
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6. | Watching You | 09:16 | Show lyrics |
(co written with Jack Hannert) This loss of all innocence. The hands that guard us often wither. Leaving us so exposed. Naked to the wolves. Away from our fathers and mothers, who once sheltered us from the terror of the wolrd. Who will hold us now that they have gone? Left to be embraced by fear and loss, whose gentle hands rock us to sleep, singing vicious lullabies to us... The grim reminder of all we have lost. ..of our fallen kin. The innocence lost so we turn within. Grown into adults Longing to be children again Just to hear your voice once more... (AL) We saw the hands of the gods that day. In quick wings held steady. A gaze across time, a last goodbye and hope took flight. We may never see your face again but I know you haven’t left us. Your work livecs on in me. Your heart live on in me. (JH) The current ran against our feet. Another loss to nourish. The river you became. Rich earth contains memories of past days. The soil who embraced you and seeds for future hopes. The air I breath again. The cycle spins on. Neither lost nor forgotten with sun shining down. We walk within you in the day. We sleep beneath you in the night and remember you all of our lives. (AL/JH) (..For Holly and Ed. We Love and miss you so much. -Jack and Austin.) |
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1. | Resident | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
Predator and prey. The wolf grinds its steel teeth. In a false twilight, the night came so long ago: When children where domesticated and caged in white rooms. A helpless herd to wringing hands. His back dented with high-heels, cleaved into the meat of his shoulders. Breast-fed toxic waste, the umbilical noose. Born into death, neglected battered and wasting away. Fight or flight is only in open air. Fright and flight on the inside. So many hands eager to hold you down, often until your breathing will cease. Your cries heard by deaf ears - just as the walls of concrete. Profit maker. Human livestock. Misery harvest. Bow to our monetary god, Child servant. Broken beaten and scarred. You sleep under the watchful eye of strangers. Profit off of your tiny back. Paying the bills of philanthropists. Your wretched reality. There is no one in whom you believe. Your god is your own. Now I will tuck you into sleep. |
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2. | Client | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. The tears you cry won’t empty the seed from your womb. The tears you cry won’t make your menstrual blood flow. Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears. Your misfortune will become their fortune. Welcome to a home you aren’t allowed to leave. Herded like cattle into walls of concrete. Sterile like your raped womb. Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all. A ghost of a world you could have known. Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone. |
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3. | Subject | 09:23 | Show lyrics |
I own you: Trapped in a corner, fear in your eyes. I own you: Alone and terrified, crying in the dark. I own you: Slave to disorder, forever ensnared. I own you and no one will ever care. Listen. Listen. Focus on me. Listen. Your life means nothing. Listen. Listen. You’ll never be redeemed. Hear me. Pray to some distant and silent god that this will all go away. This is who you are. You were born to this fate. You are crowded in an empty room. A prisoner in your mind. Your voice remains silent: They’re screaming all the time. How long will this endure? Is this all of your life? Is this all of your world? Or a nightmare to leave behind? Never give in, never give up. |
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4. | Patient | 20:10 | Show lyrics |
Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me. Why can’t you all be fucking silent? So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me. Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to the world. Everything is alright. No, you can’t leave (Not until our pockets are full). Scars run so deep. A ghost of me is all you will see. The burns from a rope I never tied. The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn’t want. Healed by the life I would one day lead. There is hope somewhere beneath all this death. The final exhalation could be a newborn’s first breath. Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree: Amanitas are growing. This is where I will be. A place where scars are beautiful. Where sanity and insanity meet. That is where I will be. |
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
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Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Watch the Lights Fade | 03:46 | |
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2. | En hvit ravns død | 09:38 | |
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3. | Blåtimen | 06:49 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:52 | |
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5. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | 03:42 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:09 | |
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7. | The Singing Wilderness | 09:47 | |
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8. | Snow Burdened Branches | 11:24 | |
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1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | 12:16 | Show lyrics |
The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the woods are stood Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter’s chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow |
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2. | The Wandering Ghost | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Well he come from far off, over behind the hills, and he was raised on the silent stars, and the sound of the whip-poor-will. Now he’s drifting slowly, in search of hope and wealth. Trading in poverty and scenery, for money and hell. He’s just a young man, still in his prime. Now a faceless cog, in some old factory line. He’s got a fuller wallet, and he’s far from home, and the evening whiskey, and he’ll drink alone. And the years pass by, as they often do, and autumn’s greys, and winter’s blues. His memories fade, and the pastel hues. The mountains, and hollers, that his childhood knew He died cold one night, in a cinder-block room. Some say that his heart just quit. Beneath the concrete and steel, and the city lights, and before the first frost. But I knew that wasn’t it. The sigh upon his last breath, those twilight moments of existence. He died from a broken heart, from no mountains in the distance. It’s true it was the vile hum of grinding gears, and the oppressive weight of concrete and steel, that wore down his soul until it was flat, and then they crushed his heart through a broken back, and they buried him there in a stranger’s grave, with his proud mountains so far away. The factory’s closed and the building’s burned, and they left all his things out on the curb. And sometimes you’ll see him on a darkened road, his lonely ghost, wandering home. |
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3. | Four Walls of Bone | 07:53 | |
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4. | A Cross Abandoned | 05:58 | |
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5. | Beast Rider | 04:12 | |
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6. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | 05:00 | |
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7. | Echoes in the Snow | 03:30 | |
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8. | The Itch | 05:15 | |
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9. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | 09:08 | |
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10. | The Devil Walked the Woods | 03:25 | |
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
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1. | Watch the Lights Fade | 03:46 | |
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2. | En hvit ravns død | 09:38 | |
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3. | Blåtimen | 06:49 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:52 | |
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5. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | 03:42 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:09 | |
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7. | The Singing Wilderness | 09:47 | |
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8. | Snow Burdened Branches | 11:24 | |
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9. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | 12:16 | Show lyrics |
The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the woods are stood Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter’s chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow |
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10. | The Wandering Ghost | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Well he come from far off, over behind the hills, and he was raised on the silent stars, and the sound of the whip-poor-will. Now he’s drifting slowly, in search of hope and wealth. Trading in poverty and scenery, for money and hell. He’s just a young man, still in his prime. Now a faceless cog, in some old factory line. He’s got a fuller wallet, and he’s far from home, and the evening whiskey, and he’ll drink alone. And the years pass by, as they often do, and autumn’s greys, and winter’s blues. His memories fade, and the pastel hues. The mountains, and hollers, that his childhood knew He died cold one night, in a cinder-block room. Some say that his heart just quit. Beneath the concrete and steel, and the city lights, and before the first frost. But I knew that wasn’t it. The sigh upon his last breath, those twilight moments of existence. He died from a broken heart, from no mountains in the distance. It’s true it was the vile hum of grinding gears, and the oppressive weight of concrete and steel, that wore down his soul until it was flat, and then they crushed his heart through a broken back, and they buried him there in a stranger’s grave, with his proud mountains so far away. The factory’s closed and the building’s burned, and they left all his things out on the curb. And sometimes you’ll see him on a darkened road, his lonely ghost, wandering home. |
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11. | Four Walls of Bone | 07:53 | |
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12. | A Cross Abandoned | 05:58 | |
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13. | Beast Rider | 04:12 | |
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14. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | 05:00 | |
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15. | Echoes in the Snow | 03:30 | |
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16. | The Itch | 05:15 | |
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17. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | 09:08 | |
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18. | The Devil Walked the Woods | 03:25 | |
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
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1. | Watch the Lights Fade | ||
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2. | En hvit ravns død | ||
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3. | Blåtimen | ||
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | ||
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5. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | ||
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6. | En generell avsky | ||
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7. | The Singing Wilderness | ||
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8. | Snow Burdened Branches | ||
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Watch the Lights Fade | ||
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2. | En hvit ravns død | ||
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Side B | |||
3. | Blåtimen | ||
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | ||
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | ||
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2. | En generell avsky | ||
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3. | The Singing Wilderness | ||
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4. | Snow Burdened Branches | ||
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
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1. | Watch the Lights Fade | ||
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2. | En hvit ravns død | ||
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3. | Blåtimen | ||
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | ||
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5. | A Ridge Where the Tall Pines Once Stood | ||
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6. | En generell avsky | ||
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7. | The Singing Wilderness | ||
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8. | Snow Burdened Branches | ||
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | Show lyrics | |
The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the woods are stood Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter’s chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we’ll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow |
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2. | The Wandering Ghost | Show lyrics | |
Well he come from far off, over behind the hills, and he was raised on the silent stars, and the sound of the whip-poor-will. Now he’s drifting slowly, in search of hope and wealth. Trading in poverty and scenery, for money and hell. He’s just a young man, still in his prime. Now a faceless cog, in some old factory line. He’s got a fuller wallet, and he’s far from home, and the evening whiskey, and he’ll drink alone. And the years pass by, as they often do, and autumn’s greys, and winter’s blues. His memories fade, and the pastel hues. The mountains, and hollers, that his childhood knew He died cold one night, in a cinder-block room. Some say that his heart just quit. Beneath the concrete and steel, and the city lights, and before the first frost. But I knew that wasn’t it. The sigh upon his last breath, those twilight moments of existence. He died from a broken heart, from no mountains in the distance. It’s true it was the vile hum of grinding gears, and the oppressive weight of concrete and steel, that wore down his soul until it was flat, and then they crushed his heart through a broken back, and they buried him there in a stranger’s grave, with his proud mountains so far away. The factory’s closed and the building’s burned, and they left all his things out on the curb. And sometimes you’ll see him on a darkened road, his lonely ghost, wandering home. |
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3. | Four Walls of Bone | ||
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4. | A Cross Abandoned | ||
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5. | Beast Rider | ||
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6. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | ||
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7. | Echoes in the Snow | ||
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8. | The Itch | ||
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9. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | ||
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10. | The Devil Walked the Woods | ||
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | ||
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2. | The Wandering Ghost | ||
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Side B | |||
3. | Four Walls of Bone | ||
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4. | A Cross Abandoned | ||
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Disc 2 | |||
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1. | Beast Rider | ||
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2. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | ||
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3. | Echoes in the Snow | ||
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Side B | |||
4. | The Itch | ||
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5. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | ||
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6. | The Devil Walked the Woods | ||
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The Scars of Man on the Once Nameless Wilderness I and II
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, All instruments, Lyrics, Songwriting |
Guest/Session | |
Joe Beres | Spoken word (disc 1, track 5) |
Johan Becker | Violin (disc 1), Fiddle (disc 2) |
Andreas Pettersen | Vocals (lead) (disc 1, track 6) |
William Seay | Vocals (disc 1, track 7), Vocals (choirs) (disc 1, track 5) |
Tanner Anderson | Hurdy gurdy, Hammered dulcimer (disc 2) |
Ben Smith | Vocals (backing) (disc 1, track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Additional Recording (Violin, Vocals) |
A. Lunn | Recording |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Hanna Larsson | Artwork (cabin, disc 1) |
Nate Burns | Artwork (loon, disc 2) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss Beneath the Snow | ||
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2. | The Wandering Ghost | ||
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3. | Four Walls of Bone | ||
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4. | A Cross Abandoned | ||
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5. | Beast Rider | ||
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6. | Not Much Will Change When I’m Gone | ||
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7. | Echoes in the Snow | ||
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8. | The Itch | ||
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9. | (Cowering) At the Foot of the Mountain | ||
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10. | The Devil Walked the Woods | ||
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The Crescendo of Dusk
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A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Cover art |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
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1. | The Crescendo of Dusk | 13:53 | |
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2. | The Labyrinth | 07:50 | |
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21:43 |
The Crescendo of Dusk
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A. Lunn | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mixing, Mastering |
A. Lunn | Cover art |
Bekah Lunn | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Single-sided | |||
1. | The Crescendo of Dusk | 13:53 | |
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2. | The Labyrinth | 07:50 | |
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21:43 |
Nechochwen / Panopticon
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Nechochwen | |
Pohonasin | Bass, Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nechochwen | Vocals, Guitars, E-bow, Keyboards, Hand drum, Floor tom, Rattle, Cedar Flute, Lalawas |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Nechochwen - Of Wisdom and Prophecy | 02:48 | |
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2. | Nechochwen - The Megalith | 07:20 | |
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3. | Nechochwen - The Mingling Waters | 05:01 | |
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4. | Nechochwen - The Red Road | 04:42 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Panopticon - Rune’s Heart | 19:45 | |
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39:36 |
Nechochwen / Panopticon
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Everything |
Nechochwen | |
Pohonasin | Bass, Drums, Vocals (backing) |
Nechochwen | Vocals, Guitars, E-bow, Keyboards, Hand drum, Floor tom, Rattle, Cedar Flute, Lalawas |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nechochwen - Of Wisdom and Prophecy | 02:48 | |
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2. | Nechochwen - The Megalith | 07:20 | |
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3. | Nechochwen - The Mingling Waters | 05:01 | |
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4. | Nechochwen - The Red Road | 04:42 | |
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5. | Panopticon - Rune’s Heart | 19:45 | |
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39:36 |
Panopticon / Aerial Ruin
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Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
P. Urban | Violoncello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Panopticon - No Lines Away | 06:55 | |
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2. | Panopticon - North Dakota (Chris Knight cover) | 04:07 | |
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3. | Panopticon - Cold Cold World (Blaze Foley cover) | 03:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - The Pit | 05:22 | |
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5. | Aerial Ruin - Sanguine of Ail | 05:12 | |
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6. | Aerial Ruin - Lesser the Blade | 03:09 | |
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7. | Aerial Ruin - The Sea Is Now Steam in Mist of a Scream | 04:39 | |
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8. | Aerial Ruin - Asempyrean | 02:47 | |
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9. | Aerial Ruin - Epilogue Centauri | 07:05 | |
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42:51 |
Panopticon / Aerial Ruin
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Panopticon | |
A. Lunn | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
P. Urban | Violoncello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Panopticon - No Lines Away | 06:55 | |
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2. | Panopticon - North Dakota (Chris Knight cover) | 04:07 | |
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3. | Panopticon - Cold Cold World (Blaze Foley cover) | 03:35 | |
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4. | Panopticon - The Pit | 05:22 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Aerial Ruin - Sanguine of Ail | 05:12 | |
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6. | Aerial Ruin - Lesser the Blade | 03:09 | |
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7. | Aerial Ruin - The Sea Is Now Steam in Mist of a Scream | 04:39 | |
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8. | Aerial Ruin - Asempyrean | 02:47 | |
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9. | Aerial Ruin - Epilogue Centauri | 07:05 | |
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42:51 |
Live Migration
Members | |
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Band members | |
Austin Lunn | Guitars, Vocals |
Andy Klokow | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Ray Capizzo | Drums |
Tanner Anderson | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Jake Quittschreiber | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (12" Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Snow Burdened Branches | 10:28 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 04:49 | |
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3. | Capricious Miles | 07:24 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:24 | |
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5. | En hvit ravns død | 09:06 | |
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38:11 | |||
Disc 2 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | En generell avsky | 06:16 | |
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2. | A Superior Lament | 10:01 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Watching You | 08:47 | |
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4. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 08:57 | |
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34:01 | |||
Disc 3 (CD) | |||
1. | Snow Burdened Branches | 10:28 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 04:49 | |
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3. | Capricious Miles | 07:24 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:24 | |
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5. | En hvit Ravns død | 09:06 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:16 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 10:01 | |
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8. | Watching You | 08:47 | |
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9. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 08:57 | |
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01:12:12 |
Live Migration
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Austin Lunn | Guitars, Vocals |
Andy Klokow | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Ray Capizzo | Drums |
Tanner Anderson | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) |
Jake Quittschreiber | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Spenser Morris | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Snow Burdened Branches | 10:28 | |
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2. | Into the North Woods | 04:49 | |
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3. | Capricious Miles | 07:24 | |
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4. | Sheep in Wolves Clothing | 06:24 | |
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5. | En hvit ravns død | 09:06 | |
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6. | En generell avsky | 06:16 | |
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7. | A Superior Lament | 10:01 | |
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8. | Watching You | 08:47 | |
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9. | To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God | 08:57 | |
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01:12:12 |
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