Cardinal Harbor - Wildfires
Produced by Cardinal Harbor
Engineered by Spencer McCreary and Chris Hills
Mixed by Chris Hills

Cover art by Eastern Standard Photography (@easternstandardphotography)

Lyrics:
Hello again darling,
I hold some cards but don't know how to win.
But I pray, that maybe they're all kings.
Where can we be new? 
Maybe this city? Well it works for me...
Slip-slide across the stars and you'll find, that well it's where you are and I'll say,
"Roll me right back to where I fold. 
Gamble lost.
I told you the heart's what's gold."
Drunk on wine like a fire that's wild, easy eyes lock tight.
You're a wildfire baby!
Pack our little bag, shuffle and pour our weary past away.
Because I fear that maybe we're all kings.
Who deadly dream some dreams, neither one dared to dream before.
But cut the deck one more down,
run away until you are found.
I'll run with you, I'll run.
"Roll me right back to where I fold. 
Gamble lost.
I told you the heart's what's gold."
Drunk on wine like a fire that's wild, easy eyes lock tight.
You're a wildfire baby!

"Roll me right back to where I fold. 
Gamble lost.
I told you the heart's what's gold."
Drunk on wine like a fire that's wild, easy eyes lock tight.
You're a wildfire baby!



Wildfires

EUCLID

back from market, a shit show's comin' on.
run into town for a brewed IPA, banked by the marble.
testing the tracks of the trails that we made, four wheels running on.
on the arctic of north shore tides, 
carpels and carpets will lead all aflame, 
on clear blue water.
garments not guarded on Euclid, behave.
well, i'll be running on.

i'm your mainstay.
but i'm just undersized,
and I'm done overriding your plans for me darling.
'cause i'm your mainframe,
a stave in front of the wall.
a starboard port that's clearing out,
the burs of your heart.

i'm on Highland,
and i can see it on them banners now.
taking my faith to the place that we made,
on clear blue water.
wondering how all the weeks will be paid.
this ain't no fable.

i'm your mainstay,
i'm just undersized.
i'm done overriding,
plans for me darling.
i'm your mainframe,
stave in front of the wall.
starboard port that's cleared out,
burs of my heart.

Euclid

Come, my Father come,
to the break in the bricks of you hallowed place
and how it tastes.
Are you there?
Are you weary of my heart?
Resolutions there for me, I'm gonna start.

At night I will know in revelry,
and by day I'll recall in reverie.
As we yawned ourselves to shit, by the pulpit.
Resolutions there for me, don't punch my shoulder.

Come, my Father come,
to the break in the bricks of this hallowed place
and how it tastes.
That farm ballad on my desk is casting flame,
resolutions they're for me.
I'm gonna stay, as you held all of hell and dying pain.
"I'm your eyes and I'm your blame".

Gone, is the war cash, like a lark.
Crowned and cradled you fasten arson, it's gonna mark.
Oh, You're there.
Fair and feathered on the lake,
ranging light through the pines I'm gonna take.

Altar Ego

Windsor(s)

Cobble through the tote,
sneak down your Solemn Oath.
Repave from Milwaukee,
damn semi down on me.
That "talk" is talking out,
Indiana, man...it's hazardry. 

Soften the offer, the one I held down by the spring.
Unfound in the North now,
careening 'round like them stalks and sheaves.

Unsung from the altar,
like you're telling me I'm wrong.
Well, I'm telling you I'm wrong.
And I know that you're faking,
sneak down your Solemn Oath.
And I know that you're faking.
Sneak down your Solemn Oath.

Ay! You nursed me on the phone,
as the coop went off the tracks.
How you carrying it alone!?
When you held me on that road, 
I relax and stack it where I'm going.

And I bowed past the Bowery.
Tattooed to The House now.
Bend and hold out your arms.
Bend and hold out your arms.


Solemn Oath

shake me off,
for i will not be righteous or unkind.
i'm taggin my lines.
and i'm tellin on you.
now, we're light clad in the morning, standing feathers up on your head.
nah, i will be a serpent with feet for you honey.
and you like in the morning,
it's a long little ripple check,
in your mind there be the mournin' 
is the tether up?
now we're light clad in the morning,
standing feathers up on your head, i'mma lay it down.
i'mma lay it down.

i don't know if i'm drunk on the overpass,
i don't know if you know i'm a quarterback,
that was lonely and i cried when your father passed.
i don't know if we won or you made a pact.
and your liqours gonna lead all my lines,
i know i littered all over your mind.
it's a forest it's a light.
ahhhxxxxhhhXXXhhh

shake me off for i will not be righteous or unkind,
i'm taggin my lines and i'm tellin on you.
shake me off for i will not be righteous or unkind,
i'm gonna be finding more others.

i'm in a torn Bach tee,
do not fold for the mehrheit.

tug the morning right.

IT'S PARTY TIME.

J A W B

[alright]
i'll be your holy one,
and i'll be your angel on the corner.
you're drunk, and on the ivory your sin is on me.
i'll be your holy one,
and i'll be your angel on the corner.
you're drunk, and on the ivory your sex is on me.

fire pits and lovers aware,
credit pulls and fathers aware.

i'll be your holy one,
and i'll be your angel on the corner.
you're drunk, and on the ivory your sin is on me.
who's that friend of mine in my head am i covered?
covered.
well i'm on the fence, i don't wanna be your friend.
well i'm on the fence and i'm on the bench.

fire pits and lovers aware.
credit pulls and fathers in jail.
who's that friend of mine?
well i'm on the fence, i don't wanna be your friend.
well i'm on the bench and i'm on the fence.
who's that friend of mine?
well i'm on the fence, i don't wanna be your friend.
well i'm on the bench and i'm on the fence.
who's that friend of mine?
well i'm on the fence, i don't wanna be your friend.
well i'm on the bench and i'm on the fence.
who's that friend of mine?
well i'm on the fence, i don't wanna be your friend.
well i'm on the bench and i'm on the fence.
awareaereeeeeexxxxXXXXXaaaaaaaa

Sin7

fool to fight,
on wax the marrow bright.
cut back to thursday night, amoretto cold.
chained up, chained till you're relatively tucked.
stuck in those byzantine eyes, crippling the crook of God.

and honey i told ya.

lately, lately felt the gold coat, painted on an old note
mind the narrow road.
[for the sins ain't mine]
spoon fed, fed some fallow fables,
choked it down in thought for ships to right their wind.
fall light led the lead to fault right, psyched the mind it's own kind and caught it
in the grave we're in.
smoking, aching by the tree crow, crossing off our names
go,
mind the narrow road.

pause for the door, no woman would hate that.
hide in the courts,
well your mamma won't take that.
come back in the morning, that 3-on-3 got stabled.
well, you're tuggin at my coat, i don't know if i'll be able.

and honey i told ya, caught fire in the open snow,
for change at the pulpit, high in the open snow.
honey i told ya, caught fire in the open snow
raised at the pulpit, caught fire in the open snow and
I'LL BE AT THE DOOR.
I'LL BE AT THE DOOR.
I'LL BE AT THE DOOR.

S T    _    C L A R E

cry to Nighttrain,
past your garden.
Shelby's will harbor, and raz ma taz your heart.
we'll cry to Nighttrain,
past your garden.
Shelby's will harken, and raz ma taz your heart.

honey i hold it, passed your home
feeling the carpets underneath the stone.
we'll cry to Nighttrain,
past your garden
Maria's talking well i find a start.

ooh the fires, caught in my brain again.

honey i hold out, 
past your lover.
East Coast struttin, brazy about your heart.
[i read about it]
we'll cry to Nighttrain
[darling tell you why]
passed your garden,
Shelby's will harbor, and raz ma taz your heart.
okay.....

cry to Nighttrain,
past your garden.
Shelby's will harbor, and raz ma taz your heart.

F.O.M.O

i smashed up all of your friends here,
for the season.
faked a pass, backed down,
i'm a witch for good reason.
well the lake is lookin sorta famous,
i'mma get my skin in, i'm a heathen.

I'M A HEATHEN.

i'm a witch.
i'mma
i'm a witch.
a witch, a witch.
WITCH.
I'M THE GUIDE LIGHT.

well we're burning out in the back seat,
where the weed grows.
post meridians in the churchyard,
where the weed grows.
standing light clad in the morning, take off your kimono.
hey ma, i know you ain't got a calling
back where the weed grows.
but your sister don't even know me,
she ain't got a hold though.
and your mother dug it up, for my hire
where the weed grows.
now it's mad up,
not even caped up.
your bed is made up,
not even caped up.

bear down, bend at the knees eyes never crowned.

nobody knows Dave died.

so true. soften the news, hide the tune.
nobody knows these hooves.
are there knives climbing up on me?

Krowmeat

ooohhh oooooooh.
ooohh hoooooh ooooh.
ooooh hoooooooo oooh.
oooooooooooh oohoooh ooooh.
favor, theory.
guard and keep.
favor, theory.
garden keep.
garden keep.

i'm the scene,
you right?
i',m the scene it's harkened well.
i'm the scene, it's black and white.
i'm the scene, you know it well.

i'm the scene incarnate,
known it well with honor pegged and vacant.
wildin eyes keep waking to the wooly haze of money owed,
but i'm the scene.
it's harkened by the gang that builds in confirmation lines.
the north, restored, 
it's capriform they bray before the evening.

make a case you know,
pocket full of dough.
pocket full of dough.

how we gonna cry as Napoleons of the Bible?
[bray to hay]
did i come from lime?
rotating breasts and papers aching on The Velt,
the north restored it's capriform,
they bray before the evening.

canon on rye,
canon on rye for christ it's the mourner.
catching a rate, 
i'm gonna learn.
allow me.
gonnna rectify, ahhHHahh
IIII'' iiii
consecrate it, darling the home, carry it on fire.
ahhHHahhIiii mount an taste it, god it faded ahhhHHxxx.

i'm the scene incarnate,
known it well with honor [no no no] pegged and vacant.

MOOL.

wildin eyes keep waking to the wooly haze of money owed,
but i'm the scene., INCARNATE.
known it well with honor pegged and vacant.
wildin eyes keep waking to the wooly haze of money owed.
but i'm the scene., INCARNATE.
known it well with honor pegged and vacant.
wildin eyes keep waking to the wooly haze of money owed.
but i'm the scene., INCARNATE.
known it well with honor pegged and vacant.
wildin eyes keep waking to the wooly haze...

I'M THE SCENE INCARNATE.
I'M THE SCENE IT'S HARKENED WELL.

TAKE ALL OF ME.

Falcon Punch

favor, theory.
it's on, all night as i know it alarms,
and i feel like i am coming round
and i know that you're gonna be running out.
favor.
favor, theory.
it's on, all night as i know it alarms,
and i feel like i am running out
as i know that you're gonna be coming round.

favor, theory.
the Lord, hauled steins...
as i know it alarms (yeh)
and i feel like i am coming round,
but i know that you're gonna be running out.

fuck your cosines.
and the old sides of mathin'.
i'm on Dao heights,
i'm fucking over the shrines and stumbling.
god you know that i'm right!
i better fold tonight...
i'm calling.

(in fall light, and high tides i'm over the sides)
in the fall light,
as i know it alarms
well i'll be brining down with Abel as i feel like i am coming round.

J K E

now we marked up a brother's line,
and i coughed up your carbon lies [AHxxxhh]
now you know that you're paraminded,
can you tell me mine? [aahhxxhh]

mine it.

now you moan when a sermon finds it,
and you know that a brother wouldn't mind it
love, nahhhh.
standing up tall in the corner [WOW]
in a moment.

i was lifted off the table,
punched a Pac track tried to stable.
i see no light Lawd.
ain't no lines for cops to label, 
in the town the town the town.
ten points to Gryfindor
ten points to Gryffindor.
i'm the war, i'm the war.

i'll give it up,
i'll store it in a separate room.
all that whitening for nothing no,
i ain't the moon.
i was a terror, i was a maybe
i was a joke.
i wasn't paranoid,
i wasn't paranoid,
i wasn't paranoid.
I WASN'T PARANOID,
I WASN'T PARANOID,
I WASN'T PARANOID.


and i can understand it.
and i can understand it.
something sacred going on here, 
and i can understand it.
there's something sacred going on here, 
and i can understand it.

Mister Goldenskullz

there's a mist over York,
i can't count the steeples, do they hold any people?
are they wanting a bath?
well, i'm holding the math.

kick, kick that Psalm in mouth
press up a shirt tithe, that's probably half of the town.
go read, read up those red lines.

i've got a back to stab it.

i couldn't find
i couldn't find a single steeple.
i couldn't find a single steeple.
no,
i don't know.
i don't know....

well, i wanted a bath
but the wine and the moment passed.
i don't know how to make her,
and i don't know how to taper.

Weed N' Reap

drawn to the blue line,
change on the headlights.
hands from Chicago,
taste like a dark roast.

bridge drawn up, so sacrosanct club.
bramble eyes, washed in wine.

and i'm in departure,
and i'm, of the soft thread of a song born by the lark.
out on my woes,
out of my woes, my dear love.

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