13"x17" poster of the album art, lyrics, and credits
ships out within 30 days
recorded at Ramsey Hall by Ethan Mullenax and Lucas McAuliffe
mixed and mastered by Ethan
We held our tongues against the iciest pole we'd found
and turned our cheeks towards the icicles falling down.
We could not have know that we were ten feet underground
and it'd been weeks since we had even heard a sound.
They'd sent in wires and called and wrote that we should just stay on.
Forget our fire, our gall and they'd asked
"well, what could be wrong
with staying on?"
We held our tongues when they said rhythm has it's place.
Our dancing shoes thrown to the corner in our cave
and I get so tired I could just throw it all away,
but we've got our fire, our gall and the base understanding
that time had passed on like a loved one, yet stretched out like a lover
and our blood flowed sometimes faster than the spaceships at Cape Canaveral.
All the world was watching they'd set the stage before we got here.
There's hope down in the cellar. Mother Earth, it's time to help her.
I know we love our fancy things and pleasure's not a fickle thing,
but diamond rings and pretty things make petty thieves of all my friends.
We're smaller than we ever knew how to be.
Yet this thing is larger than we'll ever know.
We just can't see it all we can't be it all.