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Young Ironsides (demo)

by Dorian Finch

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Intro (demo) 00:37
I lived in a house on Sierra Avenue where Sierra Madre and Sierra Padre's weedy children grew The tumbleweeds and orange trees The bloody knees and broken teeth A mighty monster swelled beneath the sidewalks that I knew The sidewalks that I knew This tale I tell is true.
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Yellow buds at the edge of the meadow Red is rock where the rust has set in We were built from a tired old Chevy And orange dust was our skin When the earth had settled its shaking We returned to the valley again Built our home from the bones of Great Satan, And we didn't know how to sin back then We didn't know how to sin Rain falls down to run in the river Every river runs to the sea Every foothill runs to the mountains And you come running to me, to me, You come running to me, to me You come running to me
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Tell me, tell me when the end will come and I'll be fine Tell me why the colors are now running from my eyes There will be no end tonight And the colors will be new and bright But until the sky turns light I'll hold you tight Are your fingers clutching with the cold, or are they mine? There is such a rushing in my bones, I think I'm flying I can feel your fingers tense and your heart pounding with violence but all pain, no matter how immense, it must relent relent And we mustn't be afraid of the choices that we made And we mustn't have regrets for the love we give and get And we'll open up our lungs and scream the things we should have sung but never tried
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Every morning when the warming started I departed for the orchards Every afternoon I'd tear the grass out by the roots and build a fortress Strong against the wind No one could peek in Begin Ants are marching and I'm watching feeling something in me like an ember Sometimes I think in the mountains there's another me I don't remember Living all alone Sitting on a throne She's grown And one day I discovered my own breast The fire kept behind the iron vest Lazy days would fade as I would dabble with my fingers through the corset Prodding at the heating that I couldn't reach unless I really forced it And I would feel the throb Throw back my head and sob I'm lost Light glints off the windows of the house and now I think I see my brother And I put back the padlock but I can't forget the warmth beneath the covers Will he ever know The places where I go The birds tell me that somewhere there is sea And I know that I never will be free
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Over the years, they told you the fields were an enclave, inescapable They kept me here, arms folded to keep out the warm days, like a paper doll But what have you got in your pocket, my darling, And what have you got in your hands, sir? A stutter, a statement, a careless replacement for an answer? The bitter bark must taste so much sharper without sugar to make it palatable But I know each part of each acre here far too well now to take another trail But what have you got in your pocket, my darling, and why is your breath so restrained now? The weight of the plate on my lungs, it is aching beneath the patience of a stranger I will let you in my larder Like a burglar in the garden Climbing over all the hedges And I will take you so much farther That you'll never beg my pardon or anyone else's I will let you in my larder Like a burglar in the garden Climbing over all the hedges And I will take you so much farther That you'll never beg my pardon or anyone else's
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I've heard tapping at the floorboards where no foot has stepped And no speck of dust has gathered on the boards that no one swept And I can feel a presence here just like a phantom limb It's reaching out to him It's reaching out Something's gone and whittled down your holy trust and love No new plaything can bring back the innocence that you once lost Close the doors and lock them but the nightfall will creep in It's reaching out to him It's reaching out Don't look under any carpets Lest our fears are hiding from us Pull the quilt over your head and let the ancients rest
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The earth rends beneath a rumbling call Flinging harvest into windfall As the gust takes off the garden gate Sending tumbling towers of orange crates And the hinges of our bedroom door now dig trenches in our floorboards The pavement cracks, the paint peels back and we behold our black-eyed lord Where are you now When all the claws are out ripping into our mother's shroud And is there truth To the things you said in the feather bed where I lay next to you And his limbs are hanging white and red From the serpent with its fanged head Oh god the teeth, venom beneath, why take my brother in my stead when it is I that should be dead Where are you now When all the claws are out ripping into the hardened ground And is there hope For the things you broke when you, careless, spoke of a place to go far, far from home
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You were the one with the gun, my friend And you were the one with the wrath in your eyes, You were the one with the shame in your stride And you were the one with the gun. You pulled the string that undid the whole thing And you pulled the trigger that made the hole bigger You pulled the plug in the end, my friend, For you were the one with the gun. And you can't fight fire with bullets And you can't fight bullets with blame You can't fight hate with love But you must fight flame with flame.
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Running past the sheafs have bloody backs My feet leave muddy tracks The seeds have gone to grass And all the weeds take root Fed by the fallen fruit And by the august youth Who lies beneath the earth inside a tree Eaten by beetles in his sleep a lump of gold between his teeth And maybe when the storms invade They may upturn his shallow grave And lay his bones upon the surface And I'll roll beneath the sea and take his place Eagles scream While in my red sky dreams I lick my conscience clean, at least as clean as we will ever know Before I see, with my eyes closed, The jagged mountains in the East covered in foam With which the valley will be filled from every hill to every hill Until the liquid starts to spill Over the doors and windowsills And all the creatures that I killed Will leap to drink the swirling swill and dance above my head like willow fronds, and I will fly beyond The skies will part as they reclaim their kin A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin The skies will part as they reclaim their kin A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin

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my actual undergraduate thesis. not even kidding.

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released May 16, 2012

vocals, keyboard - Dorian Finch
guitar, vocals - Adam Van Der Veer

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