it's frightening really, all of this space
it has foundered giants, moguls, figureheads —
all distilled to succinct turns of phrase,
cliched and barren.
stumbling over paths they foraged,
long ago lauded for,
now receiving nothing but spite and malice from
the trodden, rocky ground.
something tells me a providential recourse this will not be —
predicating our fears is this determined, accomplished way.
we began the walk preoccupied wiping stray droplets
(fallen from the outstretched branches of the
surrounding firs, i suppose)
off the body and strings of our instruments.
and every chord we played, met with a stray root or other
unsuitable interruption —
tangible obstacles influence tidal rituals,
searching for a free and imprint-able soul.
the rope bridge played a makeshift stage,
the crossing for which it was made
ignored by all those in the cast.
we sang apologetic songs
to disappointed, direct sighs,
there would be no compromise.
and as we sat on that beachside
combing the sand for reverence,
withstanding torrential downpour:
hair in eyes, i'm soaked,
can't recall what we're sorry for,
wait until next time to know for sure.
from Over the Parapet & Into the Precipice
released July 25, 2013
chris newbold: guitar & vocals
joni krieger: guitar & vocals
zee farrouge: bass
danny frye: drums
recorded and mixed at the halfway house 2011-2012 by joni krieger
additional engineering by
robert rios and daniel wheeler
mastered by justin phelps at cloud city sound
all rights reserved