Turn

White windmills
Standing still
Atop Sun burnt hills
Others cut quick arcs in the sky
Others circle slowly
Three arms reaching to the heavens
Then down to the golden ground
All in separate states
All in seperate times
Waiting on the weaving wind
Waiting to spin in unison again

Sixth Grade Revival

All bolo ties
Dress shirts
Dresses
Lined up like alcoholic catholics
Waiting for confession
Chin up
Arms down
A man shouts
His hand in your face
Fall back on the floor
Mumble and shake
Like addicts coming down
Screaming and crying out
He smiles and applauds
We smile and follow
Count your fallen sheep, old man
You can count me as a loss
Eyes closed where I lay
I don’t mumble
I don’t shake
Everything is a lie
Or I just don’t have the faith

Afterlife

Watch the opaque shapes of the dead
Shuffle through our heads
Through the trees
Through the fields
Through the rivers
Where they shake and shiver
Waiting to see if God is more than just another Indian giver
Will He deliver something greater after all?
Chariots of fire to swoop down like shooting stars
Carry us through time and space
To a place our mind could never dream
Or did we rise only to fall?

Triangle

Three sides to every story
Three lines in every dream
They cross in the corners
Intersect in between
Dissect all the pieces
Divide everything
Separate the sections
Every side cut clean
Fill out all the forms
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
We need to make the connection
We need to find out what it means
Three sides to every story
We Intersect in between

Nuclear Migration

Feet in the dirt
Walking the earth
Gaunt and hollow
Won’t speak a word of where we are headed
You must follow
Through the shadows of trees
Burned into the soil
Past shores and beaches
Where the water boils
Climb the hill where the old white church still stands still
Through wind and storm
Through nuclear flash
Still standing still
While we turn to ash

Ghosts gather under the open eaves
Looking to the sky
Seeking to leave
Voices ring out with the bell
Up to the heavens
Down to hell
Looking for buyers
Looking to sell
Calling out their worth
There is no one to tell
Eager ears earn no reply
We nuked heaven and hell as well

Freeness

Our DIY label just released this years compilation and it is awesome. It is free and it has one of our songs on it as well as a lot of other awesome tracks. Download it and let me know what you think!

Wandering

I know what I am doing
I know that its wrong
This is me
This is my fucking song
I may be burning out
But I’m burning strong
My feet are numb
My cheeks are red
All the alcohol
Has gone straight to my head
You want to kill my dreams
They’re already dead
You want to tell me off
It’s all been said
Alone as I’ve always been
And feeling good
You’ve got advice
You’re misunderstood
No place for a rudder
No steering this ship
When it comes to destination
I don’t give a shit
My sails are full
I’m picking up speed
I’ve got my own ideas
I’ve got all that I need