I looked around, 
empty field in the setting sun
I never found evidence of survivors
Half the time they left in complete disarray
Clothing thrown around with their uncooked meals

I looked around 
as the night swept the land so cold
I never found evidence of a river flow
It comes, it comes, it comes, it comes,
it comes, it goes, 
oh nothing grows where nothing flows 

Half awake,
Stumbling fumbling feet, I trip
Chasing passive income drips
Swallowing my spit

Dust to dust
Sun baked eccentricities
Tell me why constructively
I don’t need to worry now, worry now

Bang! he cried,
Aims toy rifles at the prize
Kid grows up with actor's eyes
Distant father’s frozen stance
Uncanny resemblance

Tries his posture standing tall
Bruised his face in sibling brawls
Learns his place through foul play 
He won’t be around someday

Reckless horses charge away!
Everybody leaves this way
abandoning their posts for better ground
betting that the land will--

Come around
Aquifers tapped underground
Quick wins, he would disapprove
The kid won’t need to worry now
Worry now, Worry now, Worry now

Open field
Nightfall waiting for the sound
Picnic blankets gathered round
Back when he was still around
The last fireworks display
Sparking out to sad dismay
Everybody leaves this way
Promises dry out dispersed
Why not leave them first?

Nothing Flows Nothing Grows (soundcloud cut)

Wide open sun, it’s casting illusions
Baked in exposure, time to rest
Bring on the heat death

Splayed out on sandbanks
Glory the expanse
How could you tell them?
Rambling to everyone back home
everyone back home

Bring on the heat death

Wide Open Illusion (soundcloud cut)

Yellow lines are scanning by
I should be listening to night skies
Instead I'm speeding through the countryside
Like I'm skipping a song

At the wheel, 
Falling asleep
How reckless, I
Never feel the center of gravity
Nor the poles shifting,
Not steering,
I'm just shifting weight to live

Yellow lines are scanning by
I should be listening to night skies

Comes a storm,
The first drops in months
It rolls in quick--

Jolted awake, 
I pulled a hard right
From the headlights off the mirrors
I'm a disaster waiting to arrive

Passengers, entrust in me
Get closer to the risks
we're tied, we're tied

It's pouring but
We can't waste time
A slick tar slip n' slide
Back home, back home

Worry for them, worry for me
Your earnest wishes come
Too late, too late

Listening to Night Skies

Ledgers, logs, they fill the room
like entering the tomb
of a man unknown
Now rest assured, with written words

The answer’s in the archives now
look him in the eyes
you cannot relate
his rationale, his furrowed brow 

Dusting off the antiques, your
dresser and your drawers
Find the reason why

Dust to dust, Dust to dust

You want closure? You get a forecasted fate
a parent knows, a seed will sow, 
we kill our foe, then fill the rows, we have to grow
his arid age will raise the stakes
at the rate we cultivate, we’ll decimate, 
and then replace-- everything!
another Aral sea, cascading mistakes
breathe in the dust, it was always a part of you!

Maybe I was too enamored
Stood there frozen while I stammered --
No way, no way, no way.
You find it morbid-- it’s important!
You say his choices were abhorrent
No way, no way, you’d ever do that too

We need action! so they clamored
In dissonance, I stood and stammered--
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Is it so morbid?-- it’s important!
Desperate times he had resorted
Maybe, maybe in hell with no water, 
son to father, cannon fodder
Maybe I’d do that too

Dusting Off the Antiques

Track 4 of 8 on our first (self released) album [Estuary].

Cacophonous piano work!

"With only a mattress key"

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