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credits
released 01 July 2013
working cover by fritz kappler
working cover by fritz kappler
tags
license
all rights reserved
feeds
feeds for about
Walter Kappler
& Paul Hundeby.
Disregard any shows listed below. There's another band named Light Black that it is referring to
shows
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May 25Salt Lake City, UT
discography
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Jul 2013 -
Dec 2012 -
Sep 2012 -
Apr 2012 -
Nov 2011
contact / help
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- Track Name: Cracker Barrel
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Watched it all happen through the crack in the door
Strange these things don't happen for a reason
Just born of that and lost in time
Warm summer breeze replaced with that cold feeling
Caught in the pitch,
cross fading, null the absolutes
Matter seeping through the pores
fibers undone
This body is not mine, not anymore
Insects tearing through
My skeleton, winding stairs
Finger nails,
broken glass.
sift through inconsistencies that bond us, a caring choke hold
Past tides have gone and time wouldn't stand still like I thought it would
And I thought it would
The days oh how they came
felt like months but they turned into years
What once was limbo, crashing, like an avalanche, salvaged that.
Somehow if I dug deep enough I would
find where root turned to branch.
I'm going to find that good thing in everyone,
in everyone.
Formless, flowing to the source
See you, made you a mother and wife
Lust inside, lust inside.
The corner that you put me in.
The corner that you put me in.
If we were younger, same mistakes,
born that of love or was it something else.
Then all of the sudden
Pulses were struggling
How could anything exist when it didn't?
The respiratory system playing a joke.
Hoped that it would, it didn't.
Hoped that it would, it didn't. - Track Name: Slick Rick
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woke up as the teeth sank in, was it a wolf?
felt the ears, but not the eyes
was it metaphysical completion overlapping itself?
i tried so hard not to exist
finally finding what i searched for
now poetry doesn't exist
to give it meaning
universe compelled by completion
fast tracked to the ending
i didn't want it but i couldn't help it
reverberations, echoes, bouncing off stereo walls
prisms, colors, i can't see anymore
i can hear them, but not for too long
deafening everything around me
no pendulum swinging
deafening
surroundings disappearing
time forcing it's way in through the scabs
the scars were nothing but dead ends
collected like snow and began to burn my skin
in the cold, numbed body,
sometimes i feel the warmth
but I'm still very dead inside
