if it can be confined, keep it all inside
we'd prefer it, of course there are
men in hazmat suits standing by.
oh my monocle, my what a spectacle,
and i'm as skeptical as apparently i've ever been.
and no matter how hard we try,
need support beams to prop up the sky's
straining, draining, ever-depreciating
resilient, processed disguise.
oh these ink stains they blot to pools
that measure in absence,
obstructing the awkward sustain.
oh — these lines are here for reference
acting as guides;
surreptitious as they are,
so one would squint to make out
the signals they project.
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