Fertile crescent of fire and dirt traded for knowledge, what was it worth?
Yesterday's desires are stronger today. We eat our fill but hungry we stay
Like the hips of the snake emptied I am of reasons to dance on, my lover's like sand
That slips through my fingers without a trace that something sacred slept in this place
Four rivers flow past the beaks and the jaws
Anarchy, Judgment, Mercy, and Law
New cities rise upon history's dust. Cultures revolve between wonder and lust
Guillotine blades release peasants and slaves. Peasants turn princes and chain them again
The rivers flow on, they join and they grow
Mixing life and death into all that we know
Steep the last steps from nature to man
The altar, the fiddle, and a little girl's dance
She moves through the hills and sings to the night
Of Eden and serpents and dizzying heights
Each morning she wakens and knows she won't end
A new creature rises against one that descends
We're on our own again, my friend, the vanguard's been derailed
They'll hang me next to you, my friend, as they follow in our trail
Too late we see the broken heart is the seed of the broken state
Remember me in paradise, tell them I couldn't wait
A future's on its way, my friend, where hate will be like gills
Gills that cannot breathe, my friend, in the sharp air of the hills
We saw so clear the rights of all, the path was the mistake
The vanguard is forgiveness, the light for which we ache
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024