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Paper Vultures

by even the slept

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released 24 July 2012

written, produced, and performed by even the slept
engineered by Ryan L. McMurray at ETS Land and Casa de Ruin
mixed and mastered by Jamie King
Copyright 2012
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Track Name: Swamp Water
Walk that line where the damn begin to rise
Meet your maker there mother, brother
Cut your faith in a clearing by the vines
Let your wounded hands bleed the river red

At the misty station
You take cover
Where the water turns to wine
You take cover

Pale, gray light leads to shifty confines
The tides churn below and suck you under
Sweet divine is a life you’ll never find
The afterlife is a dying fairy tale
Sever your heart and sink it with a stone
In the murk and muck burn your bridges bare

He was a man familiar and muddy
Yet he was unnatural said the spirit with no face,
A dying fairy tale.
Track Name: Hooves Instead of Feet
Said the earthworm to the grub
It is time to send our son before the masses
Said the turtle to the toad
Do they know not what they’ve done?
Said the tiger to the antelope
Can they undo what they’ve done before we parish?
So the monkey raised his gavel
Let them pray upon their weak until they’re weary

Down the dirt road, wild and shy,
The young boy carried their message
There’s a lion in his pocket
There are lambs beneath his feet and vultures overhead
The sky don’t lie

Said the beggar to the merchant
Can you spare a little bread to keep me moving?
Said the farmer to his grove
Why must they steal the fruit you bear?
Said the tiger to the antelope
Can they undo what they’ve done before we perish?
Said the prophet to his priest
Let’s cage these fucking beasts while they linger

When that boy reached the town
There was no one to be found.
Track Name: Doom Wears Lace
Focus is a waste
The crucible is vivid tonight
With a fist in the dash
You’re fleeing this cosmo
Feel me opening the door to your light
We will drive around town
And leave it in the streets of your worry

Sew your line
There is a price that we will pay
A price that we will take to our graves

Stop turn around, cut the wheel,
Oh let the city burn, baby
Your wicked, vetted ways
Are drowning out the streets tonight
So much time wasted on the good of man
We will drive around town
And leave it in the streets of your worry

Sew your line
There is a price that we will pay
A price that we will take to our graves

Sing your storyline, let it echo, echo through the night
Oh but I don’t mind, if you don’t mind, then we don’t mind at all
O we will drive on out of here.
Track Name: Camping with Harold
This feeling in the air, it cuts just like a knife
O I waited on for the sun to rise
Like a rattle from the deep, when the oceans ate the sky
O I waited on for the sun to rise
And I waited like a fool waits for signs

Now, here we are,
The walls are caving in, the earth is crumbling
It’s wave after wave
Our world is a battlefield
The cities are alive, the ground is giving way
It’s wave after wave
All we care about is our cause and our manses

No burdens left to bear, so we burned on through the night
O we waited on for the moon to shine
Like a rattle from the deep, the crows they took the sky
O we waited on for the moon to shine
And in the fading light our skin began to change
And what we became was fearless
And dangerous

Now, here we are,
The walls are caving in, the earth is crumbling
It’s wave after wave
Our world is a battlefield
The cities are alight, the ground is giving way
It’s wave after wave
All we care about is our cause and our horrid clichés
And soon, it will all be dust
And from the dust we’ll be reborn
It’s 5.21; it’s 5.22, you buffoon—

Quiet now, the book you share is cold and bare,
Why should we lend, bleeding ears to a peddler like you
The motives run, a beating drum, a make-believe talent man,
Spreading fiction-like sin that grows unknown
Savage, foil, preach—we will dig a human hole
Wide enough to shelter
Savage motives run, emotions run
It’s over.
Track Name: Not Your Average Hollywood Leviathan
Red lights give the cityscape a bleeding hue
Ominous sky, reminiscent of better times
But there’s something growing beneath the company signs
It’s game and weathered like you
This festering, omnipresent little core
Is working its way through the din of the ignored

Oh my god, why don’t you grow a backbone and fight
Stand up and ignite
Grit your teeth and swing away

Daylight, the graffiti in the city streets
Kindergarten font shades the people like a tree
But there’s something glowing above the marketing lines
It’s rare and able like you
This festering, omnipresent omnipresence
Is working its way through the din of the ignored

Oh my god, why don’t you grow a backbone and fight
Stand up and ignite
Grit your teeth and swing away