1. |
The Challenger
04:36
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The Challenger
Ladies and Gentles,
Roughs and Smooths
Welcome to the show
Open your faces, empty your purses
Unbutton your hearts
And welcome the Challenger
Fire lights his eyes
Fire illuminates his hair
Ladies and Gentles,
Roughs and Smooths
Welcome to the show
Behold the sky, hold your hand to your breast
Gaze upon the stage
Rise and greet
Rise and greet
The Challenger
He is beloved
He is sacred
He is, he is love
He is beloved
He is sacred
He is, he is love
He is beloved
He is sacred
Fire lights his eyes
Fire illuminates his hair
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2. |
The Fells
02:30
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from my home
High up in the fells
I saw the lights below
the pursuit will break
it will break my bones
Light slants
Into the room
Rain falls again
the damp
seeps deep down
If I run far enough
and if I run fast enough
and when I end
at the start
again and again
light slants
Into the room
Rain falls again
the damp
seeps deep down
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3. |
Many Miles
02:27
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I hear the pines
Yea, they’re callin’ my name
Dark swamps beckon
Drivin’ me insane
Bleach white sands
shift beneath my feet
Gonna be some time
before I get some sleep
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
My heels rubbed raw
By a full leather boot
The rain drenched my gear
And campfire wood
Sun’s goin’ down
Settin’ over them pines
The light goes dim
And then there’s no more sunshine
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
I hear the pines
Yea, they’re callin’ my name
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
Many miles to go
Keep it steady, keep it slow
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4. |
The Sinner
03:40
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Ah, who’s that?
Who moves
The hand sewn
Curtain with golden yellow
checks and roses
His tattooed fingers
Part the curtain
Who is revealed
The sinner
Welcome home
My son
Sit down
Let me see your hands
Cross stitched with daisies
His marked fingers
Starched cloth
Crisp white
Smooth wrinkles
From the old world
And he says
Let’s play
bed is made
my son
stay here
Your young face is
More weathered than mine
Close the door
My child
Sleep peacefully
on fresh linens
Stitched with plum blossoms
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5. |
Ursa
03:13
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Ursa
My mother,
Fur dusky and skin loose
She saunters
She’s ready to eat
Dark void she is
Heartbeat slow slow
Dark mouth white teeth
Wrap around meat
Cross the river to find her tracks
Her tracks will always be there
Oh mother
Oh oh mother
She told me to turn back
Lost the trail, I lost her scent
Her tracks will always be there
Oh mother
Oh oh mother
She told me to turn back
Which way to the river
Which way down to the trail
Whoa, Mother,
Where did you go?
Whoa, Mother,
Where did you go?
Dark void she is
Her heartbeat slow slow
Dark mouth white teeth
Wrap around meat
Fine joints, break these bones
the trackless sky will always be there
Oh mother
Oh oh mother
She told me to turn back
Lost the trail, I lost her scent
Her tracks will always be there
Oh mother
Oh oh mother
She told me to turn back
Down low, low low, in the lowlands
More outrageous than a mother
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6. |
Winter Thaw
03:20
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I feel like I found solid gold
Wore red, and spit fire
found and boiled the fountain of youth
Watched the ice melt in our hands
that’s what we did
and gold and gold and gold
rained down on me
rained down on me
rained down on me
Warmth greets the skin
Of the earth
In her finest raiment
Strides forth
I drank from the Holy Grail
Wore red, and braved the cold
Found the edge of the winter storm
And sowed seeds with our own hands
And gold rains down on me
Rains down on me
Rains down on me
Gold rains on me
Rains down on me
Rains down on me
Rains down on me
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Hollow Howl New Jersey
Dark and evocative, Hollow Howl plays raw rock ‘n roll rich in reverb & rhythm.
Jared -
guitar
Marc - drums
Rachel - vocals
Scott - bass / vocals
band photo: Studio Loud Scout
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