1:15:59
12 tracks
Recorded/Produced by Will Spradlin 
Featuring vocals from jhl
Korg EA1
Korg Microkorg
1985 Fender Mij Stratocaster
1999 3/4 Fender Squire
Yamaha FGX800C
Kala Satin Mahogany Baritone
TASCAM DR-40
Audiotechnica AT20-20
Audiotechnica ATHM50x
Assorted Digital Electronics
Mix/Mastered/Arranged in Ableton 10 & 11

Kairoclerosis

"For you are my shepherd," he said, "a relic of where we started, and a map of where we are to go."
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So go, run, breath, see, speak 
Feel the soil beneath your feet
run, breath, see, speak
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So go, run, breath, see, speak
Roam this earth, my little seed
run, breath, see, speak
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Little Seed, Arrival (Ederak)

The New Sail (fin.)

He said welcome to the city 
Of a hundred million isles
With it's arms of glass, so pretty 
Reaching higher than the eye can see 
But in it's noble silence 
Lurking far beneath the crimson sands
A bigger gear is turning against you 
Shiny clothes and cloth
Blowing in the tropic drafts 
Modular connectors
Trailing in to humble hands 
Don't lose sight of purpose 
Don't let its looks deceive
For this may be your only reprieve
You're just an ant 
Under the thumb of a ruthless hand
O to have a day of freedom 
A day of quiet without quarrel
But our rulers grow a blind eye 
While we bloody up the corals 
You'd best grab a blade to slap upon your belt
You're gonna need it 
They're too dumb to care about your truth 
Until they really see it 
I watched the crystal ball
Eat the sky among 
The ash that falls 
Among the arms that reach so tall
The ones that stripped the birds of their call
You can't tame me 
We are the sea
You won't take me 
I am the sea 
Beneath the suns golden gaze 
They weave their tales in orange haze
Building castles while the flea is fed
Dance along the waters edge
Read the footprints of the dead 
While the brutes begin to stain their hands 
Blindly reach into the maw 
You need nothing but their law 
Pour your soul into our righteous land
Your puppet strings aren't invisible 
Share a limb or fight the bulls 
Watch the world burn just because you can
He said welcome to the city
Of a hundred million isles
With its arms of glass so pretty
Reaching higher than the eye can see 
There's pictures on the walls
Of golden flower and scars
Depicting the stars that we see at night
Aren't really ours
He said welcome to the city
Of a hundred million isles
With its arms of glass so pretty
Reaching higher than the eye can see 
There's pictures on the walls
Of beasts with purple claws
Depicting the heart you have inside your chest
Isn't even yours

Almeri Seeket and the City of a Million Isles

Blower's Plaza, the Spark

He Learned in the Glass Archives

And as I awoke to the wind and the cold 
I felt the impact of my dismay 
I shot up in terror, in hope, my desperations 
Taking a hold of the reigns 
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the sound of my chest, 
I trip over my feet at the beat of my distress, 
Was this soil of which god himself rests? 
Had the hand of death finally gotten the best 
Of me? Of little old me, he who was sought to be a savior of thee
Of me, of a trembling me, sent to this realm 
With what to believe? I don't know! 
Was this a sign, was this a test? 
The coattails of a sovereignty ascended, 
Had I left behind my flesh? I don't know! 
For miles I was surrounded by fields, 
The golden sun beaming as each blade of life kneeled, 
The quality of receptivity blinding brightly in reveal, 
Ichor of new life, my wonder becoming unconcealed
I stepped forward into the grass, 
The bowing membrane, servants of the vast 
Unknown, dragging with me their tide
"So onward I'll run, till I reach the light"
Crimson tentacles rooted beneath the soils, 
The boundless observers blooming tendrils, uncoiled
Their presence oddly familiar, 
Refractive dormant voiles of nomadic ideology, 
Could they sense my turmoil?  
Yes, yes, yet they remain watching and still
My boots carving through the blades as I ran down that hill
The ringing in my ears devoured me, shrill
New world revelation, prophecy of none to be fulfilled!

Soils Unknown / Atnor, Eastern Wetlands

Bring it on 
While I howl my suicide song
For the wind
For the tide 
And for the sleepless, sleepless, sleepless, sleepless nights
For the coroner 
To your false gods
To the land and race of which you all forgot
To you the tumor
That led us to this rot
I can't feel my legs
Don't stare at the moon 
Sinking in the sand
Pay to the commune
To the iron claw
To the crimson maw
Stained with royal blood I am fueled by what I saw 
Bring it on
This is my suicide song
For the wind 
For the tide
I am your shining knight 
Look to the sun and tell me what you see
Walk to the ends of this earth with these bloody knees
Through bone and flesh, I'll tear my way through
Find you somehow 
For what its worth I've already drowned
In the wine sea
I feel your arms of glass around me, just look

The Bloat

Draft Guides (Oropsphires)

It's a long swim home

Forsynthia's Caravan (ft. jhl)

Over Nets

The Beast & The Four-Stringed Bandit

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