Hand over hand see the banner rise, from the depths of the ghost a deep bell cries
Driving us forth from our slumbers in Notre Dame
Down from the bell tower, leap on board, break the anchor, mock the shore
Rejoice in the toss and roll of our liberty
Lash the oars to our hands and let us pull
We're sick of these suffocating landlocked days of talk and drool
What's it like to love where you're going?
Further on and further in till these eyes are closin'
Recalled to life by a kingdom come, beggars and hunchbacks everyone
We leave each wave with no regret 'cause the next brings what it needs
We share the Christ tribe stories and the meaning songs that some have labeled
White lie wrongs from the infancy of man
Catch our answer if you can
Exiled to finally breathe am I
Doomed to actually see the sky
And the waters in all their glory
The best are the truest of stories
The best are the truest of stories
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